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.
