February 10th…….”WHAT WAS A DANGER, ON YOUR MINNESOTA FARM, DURING A WINTER’S BLIZZARD, THAT COULD END UP IN SOMEONE’S DEATH?”
POEM – “Hope In The Rope” by N. Elliott Noorlun
The blizzard winds screamed, That winter’s night,
Taking our barn, Clear out of sight.
A condition called “White-Out”, Where shadows got tossed,
And as a result, Could get someone lost.
Many a story, T’was shared o’er the years,
Of families mourning, And brought to tears,
By one of their own, That had missed the mark,
And wandered off, Into frozen dark,
Only to be found, In the light of day,
Frozen and dead, Having lost their way.
But our wise father knew, There was hope in the rope,
So we, as his loved ones, Just had to grope,
One hand o’er the other, On this life-saving yarn,
Until we safely, Reached our barn.
Those long ropes were truly, A “line of life”,
That protected our father, His children and wife.
We’d live through this blizzard, For another day,
To enjoy our farm life, And go out to play.