February 13th……“SHARE SOME MINI-ADVENTURES OF YOUR BIG BROTHER, LOWELL, WHEN HE WAS TINY.”
POEM – “Buck-A-Hoy Boy” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Tiny Lowell was the “Buck-a-hoy Boy”,
When they farmed on Cocklebur Hill.
Near Vinje (Vin-gee) Iowa, In ’45,
He gave our folks quite a thrill.
Like the time Mom set him, Out to play,
But when she’d turned around,
She came to quake and shake with fear,
He was nowhere to be found.
When near the hog pen, She did find,
His cap and little coat.
For all she knew, He may have flew,
Right down that old sow’s throat!!
Then there were the times, In chilly Fall climes,
When Dad was handpicking corn,
Little Lowell inside wagon, Could do some braggin’,
‘Bout them sticky, round Cocklebur thorns.
Their tiny son, After corn picking fun,
Tried to share of his farming joy,
He said, “Look Mommy, I’m cubbered all ober,
Me clothes wit them’s “Buck-a-hoys”!!
For a grand finale, Lowell ditched down the alley,
Of corn rows to neighboring farm.
He knew Wilford and Alice, And sought their palace,
To enjoy their hugs n charm.
Mom n Dad were frantic, At Lowell’s latest antic,
Where’s their boy, Was there any malice?,
When there came their boy, With a smile of great joy,
Carrying donuts from his favorite “Addis” (Alice)!!! 😉