March 14th……..“DID YOU EVER GET HURT ON THE BARBED WIRE FENCING AROUND YOUR FARM THERE NEAR KIESTER, MINNESOTA”?
POEM – “A Barbed Bottom Boy” by N. Elliott Noorlun
T’was a barbed bottomed boy, I was back then,
When trying to navigate fence,
That barbed wire line, Could grab me just fine,
And then Rrrrippp!!, At poor blue jean’s expense!
Just a part of rural life, For farmer and wife,
To keep ornery animals in check.
But though skinny I was, With hair of peach fuzz,
That barbed wire fence gave me heck!
To this very day, My digits display,
A scar that I got in the past.
The old barb on that wire, Just zinged me like fire,
As the blood spurted out rather fast.
So next time you’re near, Barbed wire, don’t fear,
Just be cautious near fence as you travel.
But be on the lookout, For those little barbs,
So that you and your clothes don’t unravel!!! 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 