The Creative Corner

Way back in 1901, on the 15th of May

Unto the Eckhardt’s was born, an angel that day

Raised on the farm, she liked the outdoors

She’d clean the barn, and do other chores

She’d milk the cows, hoe weeds in the field

Butcher the chickens, then potatoes were peeled

She grew to a woman, and became Henry’s wife

Then Odessa was home, for the rest of her life

Along came Barbara and Norma, and as I recall

Twins Yvonne and Richard, the youngest was Paul

Canning fruit for winter, wiping li’l noses that run

It’s time to fix supper, her work’s never done

She’d rise and shine early, with no time to play

The...