February 1st……“HOW DID YOUR BROTHER HELP YOUR MOTHER PROVE YOUR FATHER WRONG IN THEIR EARLY YEARS OF FARMING NEAR VINJE, IOWA?
POEM – “Burdee Fly, Mommy!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Dad loved Mom, And Mom loved Dad,
At their farm on Cocklebur Hill.
Yet, like young marrieds, Our Pa could be
A downright farmer “pill”.
As Winter came on, Any creature with wits,
Tried to find some place to be warm,
And that old house, Let in more than mouse,
Finding warmth upon that farm.
Mom had told Dad, That she and their lad,
Had seen wings flying in their pantry.
But Dad just scoffed, Then laughed and coughed,
“Aww girl, ya got bats in yer belfry!!”.
But then, brother Lowell, Tiny Norski troll,
Came running in the room with a squeal,
“Burdee fly, Mommy!!”, “Burdee, come quick!!”
Grabbing broom, Mom spun like wheel!
She killed that bat, Right where it was at,
Giant WHAP!!! , Went the hit to the wall!
Our dad stood amazed, With his eyes a bit glazed,
His bride was right, After all!
Dad was humbled a bit, After wild bat fit,
In his eyes, His young wife now stood tall.
Best believe right away, Or your pride will sway,
As your ego will head for a fall!!!! 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 