December 18th…“WAS THERE A NAME FOR THE GROUP OF TREES THAT WRAPPED AROUND MOST OF YOUR FARM NEAR KIESTER, MINNESOTA?”
POEM – “Amongst Her Wooded Arms” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Sheltered amongst, Her wooded arms,
Our windbreak took the brunt,
Of wind, sleet, snow and storm,
From every weather front.
As a mother’s strong will, To nurture, protect,
So did every strong tree from its rise,
Always there to give comfort, To our family,
No matter the storm or its size.
Like two giant arms, Of many a wood,
A bulwark strong, Against dark hood,
Of clouded sky, In any clime,
Our home was sheltered, From the crime,
That nature’s wrath, Would often hurl,
While safely in, Our bed’s we’d curl.
Just like a mother, And for our sake,
We gave God thanks, For our windbreak!