March 27th…...”GRANDPA, WHEN YOU WERE A TINY TODDLER, ON YOUR FARM NEAR KIESTER, MINNESOTA, DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE TO WATCH AFTER YOU TO KEEP YOU FROM PICKING UP ANY CREATURE OR THING THAT WAS DANGEROUS?”
POEM – “Low To The Ground” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Back yonder when I, Was low to the ground,
Enjoying the magic, Of life’s touch and sound,
It was easy in those days, To bend real low,
And see where the flowers, And bugs did grow.
My hand touched each thing, Be it good or bad,
But was shaken from grip, By my mom or dad.
I didn’t know, What was good or foul,
But my folks sure did, And how they would howl!
But now in my gray-head, Advancing old years,
That are filled with pains, And falling down fears,
I once again wish, That I could return,
To that sweet young time, With energy to burn.
Back when it was easy, To get low to the ground,
Where youth and its treasures, Were easily found!!!
Norwegian Farmer's Son 