Coming Home

Our family farm Three miles west of Osakis Third farm on the right Past the two mile school house Moving there in fifty-eight At the age of eleven I, the oldest We children, totaling seven Picking rock, baling hay Milking cows every day Living in the land of frost Minnesota winter's so cold Now, fifty-five years later We, the children gather To recount memories And to recreate a picture Our humble farm Now a must-see, tourist spot All the buildings, so exquisite Filled with treasure's galore A glorious place Known far and wide Crooked Willow