March 31st………“GRANDPA, LOOKING BACK ON YOUR FATHER RUSSELL’S LIFE ON YOUR FARM THERE IN SOUTHERN MINNESOTA, DID YOU SEE HIM AS A HERO”?
POEM – “Our Paladin Prince” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Our paladin prince, Of the prairie plow,
Rode horse and Farmall red.
And the only “gun belt”, That Russ ever wore,
Were full of tools, To fix things instead.
In comic books, And movie screens,
The super heroes soar.
They adroitly exude, Amazing strength,
And endurance all the more.
My farmer dad, That Norwegian lad,
Was a “Super Hero” to me,
Cause on that farm, No matter the harm,
His endurance was awesome to see!
For there’s no sick leave, Or vacation leave,
And there are no substitutes to call.
Life is 24/7, There on the farm,
In Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall.
Like the time Dad’s ribs got broken,
I heard his hollers and moans!
Mom wrapped him up tight, And later that night,
He milked our cows while holding those bones.
Or the winter when we lost power,
In frigid blizzard conditions.
He milked cows by hand, Till he just couldn’t stand,
His pain-racked hand positions.
This father of ours was human,
With frailties like all of us,
Yet for love of his family, And providing our needs,
He was SUPER FARMER RUSS to us!!! 😉