March 24th……..“GRANDPA, DID YOU LIKE TO RUN WHEN YOU WERE A LITTLE BOY ON YOUR FARM IN MINNESOTA”?
POEM – “All Pistons A-Firing” by N. Elliott Noorlun
When my heart was young, With all pistons a-firing,
I never conceived, Of a thing called tiring.
Whether running to the barn, Or back to the house,
I thrilled with the joy, Of flying like grouse!
I’d outrun my dog, In his four-legged pace,
Then kerplop with my sandwich, To feed little boy face.
And even at night, I’d run to yonder field,
To gaze at the stars, Oh Heaven’s bright yield.
The years now have passed, I’ve no energy to spare.
Young heart once within, Is no more I just stare.
But I’m thankful to God, That He gave me years,
When I flew so swift, Without any fears.
With a heart full of power, In my youthful hour,
His praises still sung, Of when my heart was aflower.
For inside I’m still that little boy, Who truly loved to run,
Across farm fields, In their golden yields, And ran from sun to sun.
Norwegian Farmer's Son 