December 31st…“AS A LITTLE BOY, ON YOUR FARM, HOW DID YOU SWING INTO THE NEW YEAR’S CELEBRATIONS?”………in a SWING, of course! 😉
POEM – “The Best Way To Fly” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Any time of the year, Be it Winter or Spring,
The best way to fly, Was on our tire swing.
A gift to our dad, From old Uncle Doren,
If flew for millions, Of miles unworn.
First, thousands of miles, On Uncle’s plane,
But when its use, Began to wane,
Dad cut out a seat, Ropes o’er the tree,
For all of us kids, To experience glee.
My sister, Rosie, First placed me aboard,
The magical ship, On which I soared,
To heights that seemed, To touch the sky,
This farmer’s son, Sure could fly!!! 😉