Potato Heaven

Though a thousand miles away
I hear roots sprout from ground to ground
potatoes growing all around

likened unto Jacks magic beans
I'd love to watch them grow
simply because you told me so

you told me how healthy they can be
as part of this humanistic
depleting society

the varieties are plenty
soups, salads, casseroles
even pancakes too
potato heaven for me and you

the thought of a belly full
makes me want to go
a vacation, my family along
to the great state of
IDAHO

poem by Matt Mondschein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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