Potatoe Fire
Potatoe Fire



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Potatoe fire We were young we were kids

Potatoe Fire

Potatoe fire

We were young we were kids

Harvesting potatoes in the dry cold october wind

The tubers collected in basketes

Dry tops forked into a pile

Dad lit the fire

Tops are ablaze

Potatoes on sticks held in the crisping glow

By us kids with red cheeks

Born by the fire

We have to wait

Impatiently

Potatoes are steaming

Skin turns to leather

It leaves the golden flesh

The fire morphes to amber

A brave grabs potatoe from the burned stick

Rubbing on the pants

Waving in the cold october air

A testing bite

A grin in a red face

You potatoes are delicous

I never forget their taste.

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