November 6th…“WHAT WAS A FARM CHORE LESSON YOU HAD TO LEARN THE HARD WAY ON THE FARM?”
POEM – “The Peeyoo Flew!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Since toddler perched, On Farmall seat,
A tractor’s lure, Just couldn’t be beat.
From days when playing, With tractor toys,
I grew to a time, When bigger boys,
Were expected by parents, To do farm work,
And from their chores, They did not shirk,
Until one frozen, winter’s night,
I faced a stinky, Type of plight.
For Dad had told me, To be sure,
To take the “H”, And spread manure.
He said to check, The wind’s direction,
And then to make, The right election,
To take the “poo”, To the end of the field,
“Drive INTO the wind”, But did I yield?
“Heck no!”, I figured, Why waste time,
So with spreader in gear, I think that I’m,
The smart one here, So off I flew,
It wasn’t long, Before I FELT “peeeyooo”!!
In the headlights of, The fast Farmall,
I saw some things, That started to fall,
And soon mysterious, Chunks went WHACK!,
As lumps of cow turds, Hit my back!,
Then I realized, Dad’s wisdom plain,
I deserved what I got, With my untrained brain!!! 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 