Writing prompt by Tess Kincaid
photo by Agustin Berrocal
And mean
Root cellar was empty
The miners were lean
Searching for gold
Kept them warm
But you can't eat rocks
And come to no harm
Zeke remembered
What Sam had said
Bury me where I lived
When I die you'll be fed
So Zeke buried Sam
Just where he asked
And uncovered potatoes
Zeke had stashed
A yellow potato
Named Yukon Gold
Buried by Zeke
Let the miners grow old.
24 comments:
clever.
As Abe listened to the loud whirring noise of the spaceship as it sped upwards, he tried to contain the eggs they left behind, thinking How many ET's can I get out of these?
that is what popped in my head, not a poem, just thoughts. i rather have gold potatoes than aliens....
Ah, Yukon Gold spuds came to my mind too! I like your poem's strong rhythm and rhyme. I think it would make a good folk song, sung 'round the campfire.
What a great poem.
No matter how much money you have it will count for nothing in the end if there is no food.
Lynne x
I really enjoyed your poem-and it made me think about my favorite potato! thanks-
I thought I'd never find a Gold potato, but a still, small voice kept urging me on: Yukon! Yukon!
ha pretty cool story you came up with...and his fore thought as well to leave such richness to help them survive...
I love this!! What a wonderful tale and poem! I just started following you. Looks like a fun place to visit.
Blessings,
Susie
Feeling that cadence girl- nice one!
A really good job, Gail! :-)
My Favorite Potatoes EVER!!!! Quite a good imagination! :)
Very clever indeed.
Have a fabulous Sunday. :)
I happen to be a potato lover and like them fried sprinkled with Herbes de Provence. What would we do without potatoes, the great fillers of stomachs? I think many people would have gone hungry without them in the past. I'm thinking especially of that painting "The Potato Eaters" by Van Gogh.
Ha! Ha! That was great!
Excellent! From the beginning I just knew you were writing about my winter! Very true to life!
Ah very good, Gail, i think the Kiwis call it a Hungi "
Fabulous, Gail. This was inspired.
A great story ... I can imagine it as a song. A ballad.
sounds like an old fairy tale. love the flow of the poem. very entertaining write!
I knew you would do well with this one. A marvelous tale.
=)
Liked, . . . and the flow!
Eureka?
It flowed effortlessly...!!
in the shadows, let it be
Oh, wonderful planning by Sam! I wonder, though, why didn't he share before he died?
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