Poetry

The Vine


Grandma’s vine is still growing fine It is storing nutrients for another time.

There’s a sweet potato vine
It is in the window with sunshine.

Then comes warm summertime
To the garden, goes the vine.

A long time they have been around.
They put nutrients in the ground.
.
All season long its runners spread
Hiding nutrients beneath a vine covered bed.

Time to dig, and dry, and save
The blessing the good earth gave.

Store where it is warm and dry
As the winter days pass by.

Plant a few in the flower pots
Put in the windows sunny spot.

Give to a friend you know
They to, a vine may grow.

For it is written, you see.
Springtime and harvest will always be.