March 26th………“GRANDPA, WHAT HAPPENED ON THE FARM IF YOUR MOM HUNG GARMENTS ON THE CLOTHESLINE OUTSIDE TO DRY IN THE WINTER”?
POEM – “Frigidly Frozen Fabric Friends” by N. Elliott Noorlun
There was “Frederick” and “Freida”, With “Frank” and “Flo”,
Hung at frozen “attention”, Above winter’s snow.
Along with red rigid “Reginald”, And cool crusty “Cal”,
They all looked like people, Just no bodies for pal.
For even in winter, Farm clothes had to be washed,
To rid them of dirt, sweat, And germs to be quashed.
E’en though most of the moisture, Gone by wind’s dry effect,
Just enough was left in, To make clothes erect.
It was just as if Mom, Was the “arm of the law”,
Cleaning fabric outlaws, Of me, Sis and our Paw.
Though it be winter or summer, Or seasons between,
Mom’s fabric friends, Made us all feel real clean!!! 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 