July 22nd………..“GRANDPA, WHEN YOU HEARD THAT YOUR FAMILY FARM, NEAR KIESTER, MINNESOTA WAS COMPLETELY GONE…….WHAT WERE SOME OF YOUR THOUGHTS”?
POEM – “We Called This Place Our Home”. Created by N. Elliott Noorlun on May 2nd of 2015 when I heard that the last vestige of our farmstead had been removed to make room for more acres to plant crops on.
Upon this soil, So black and rich,
We called this place our home.
For decades life, Transpired for us,
As across green fields we’d roam.
Our cows would low each evening,
After father had milked and fed,
And they settled to straw beneath them,
Warmly comforted to bed.
These memories planted, So bright and clear,
Still glow within my soul,
Integral to, The scope of life,
That helps to make me whole.
Yet, just today, I heard the news,
The remnant of what was,
Has fallen to, The bulldozer’s blade,
And the sound of cutting saws.
You now return, Our precious farm,
To the land the Indians knew.
We cared for you, And you taught us, too,
How to love this land so true!!!