Norwegian Farmer’s Son…December 19th

December 19th…“DID YOUR FARM, NEAR KIESTER, MINNESOTA, HAVE ANY ANIMAL SMELLS?”

POEM – “The Smell Of Money, Sonny!”   by N. Elliott Noorlun

We’d sometimes pile, In the car to go,

Visit family in yonder city.

For most of the day, We’d chat and play,

Then have to go home, What a pity.

For our fine dairy herd, Had milk that would curd,

A sight that just wouldn’t be pretty,

So with handshakes n kisses, To mr.’s and mrs.’s,

We’d head home to tend cow n kitty.

So to the home place, Our car’s merry pace,

Would cause gravel clouds to billow.

We’d gaze out the window, Till eyelids grew heavy,

Then use Mommy’s chest for our pillow.

As our red-n-white Chevy,  Delivered the bevy,

Of Noorluns back to our yard,

I’d crawl out car door, And smell the odor,

That my nostrils found to be hard.

The question this lad, Had for my dad,

Was one that was logic, Do tell.

What in the world, Had just unfurled?

“Daddy, what is that smell!!!???”

With my hair he would fuss, This Dad they called, “Russ”,

He’d smile at this sonny, So funny,

“It’s a dairy farm, Son, Little son of a gun!”

To ME, that’s the SMELL OF MONEY!”