Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..April 23rd

April 23rd……..“AS A LITTLE BOY, WHAT WAS A SILLY WAY YOU TRIED TO IMPRESS SOMEONE”?

POEM – “Brother’s New Toy” by N. Elliott Noorlun

Home from the Air Force, And “feeling his oats”,

Big brother came carrying, Some green money notes,

To bring home a dream, The kind that you drive,

With the wind in your hair, Makes you thrive and alive!!!

A sparkling new Chevy, For year ’62,

Impala by name, And oh what a view!

Black paint on the outside, Ruby red seats inside,

Power plant under hood, That invited a ride.

“Hop in, El, I’ll take you”, “Flying down gravel road”,

“We’ll jump over rises”, “As I give engine goad”,

“This 327”, “Turbo Fire V8”,

“Is some manly type power”, “That makes me feel GREEAT”!!!

Just 8 years, I was, With a mind full afire,

As Lowell drove us over, To dear family named Meyer.

In their driveway we rolled, Impala sleek and slim,

To show off new car, To Lowell’s best buddy Jim!

As I sat in the Chev, With Lowell up by the house,

My little boy brain, Buzzed like sneaky lil mouse.

“If I crank the window slowly”, “Both up and then down”,

“They’ll think ELECTRIC WINDOWS”!, “On the only car in town”!

You’ll think me so silly, But it’s happy I felt,

For my handsome big brother, With his “black beauty” svelte.

I was just so thrilled, For brother’s motorized machine,

Back in farm boy days, When I was skinny and lean 😉