Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..March 6th

March 6th……..“WHAT KIND OF MUSICAL INSTRUMENT ON YOUR FARM DIDN’T COST EVEN A PENNY”?

POEM – “Musical Grass For Each Lad n Lass” by N. Elliott Noorlun

While walking down in our orchard, Or along our country road,

A feeling just came o’er me, A musical kind of mode.

A wide blade of grass, Snatched from where I’d stand,

Became my very own, Green country band.

Captured between, My thumbs it would fit,

While to the soft earth, I’d give body a sit,

Then thumbs up to mouth, With little gap in between,

I’d give it a blow, Causing a musical scene.

Ahhh, sweet were those days, Much simpler back then,

When with a grass whistle, You could sound like a Wren!!! 😉