May 5th……..“HOW DID YOU GET YOUR MAIL AT YOUR FARM, GRANDPA? DID YOU HAVE TO DRIVE TO THE POST OFFICE IN KIESTER, MINNESOTA”??
POEM – “Our Mailbox Stood Its Post” by N. Elliott Noorlun (3.30.2020)
Over half a century, In the long ago, Our mailbox stood its post,
As sentinel, On graveled road, And was to us a host,
Of treasures that, The mailman brought, To our beloved farm each day.
And if us kids, Received some mail, There sounded, “HIP HOORAY”!!!
It could be Grandma’s birthday card, Or catalog from Sears,
Or package that was ordered, Of cap to cover ears.
Now this mailbox, Rife with age, No longer holds our mail,
Instead it holds our memories, They’re delivered without fail!!! 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 