Day 11. Since we referenced ancestors in yesterday’s stamp-poem, today let’s use the NaPoWriMo recommended prompt, “write a poem of origin.” My DNA test says I am 55% Norwegian and Swedish. The rest of me is mostly German (typical for Wisconsin). I was lucky to visit Norway with my boyfriend, Chris, in 2017. Pictured below the poem is the memory postcard we sent ourselves on the last day in Norge. We loved Norway – the land, fjords, and most of all the people! Enjoy the origin poem.
As I go out to give fat and corn to the birds
in the hard-blowing snow and hail
walking through drifts knee high
on this mid-April day in Wisconsin,
I am grateful for my Norse blood.
A northern hardiness,
facing the elements,
shirking no task,
living close to the land
with an eye on the moon and stars.
We are the original green witches
coxing barley and turnips
out of the lean soil
in the short growing season.
A social people
farming in little villages
stock piling hay
to feed the cows and sheep
kept in-doors in winter.
Despite the livestock in the next bedroom,
we were a well-groomed folk
a bath every Saturday
and a comb and ear pick
in every home.
Handsome and strong,
of good cheer
and easy laugh
with a temper better not to rouse.
Farmer, family men, kinsmen,
and thrivers of the northern land.