by Esther Thornburg
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.
A long time they have been around.
They put nutrients in the ground.
Then comes warm summertime
To the garden, goes the vine.
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.
For it is written, you see.
Springtime and harvest will always be.