My Treasure by David Heinrich

My Treasure

by David Heinrich

A pitch fork

Poking for potatoes

Buried underneath

Garden dirt.

My grandpa

In his straw hat

Holding the handle,

Digging around the

Edge of the potato patch

Me, with dirty knees

Hovering over the

Patch with big eyes

And a burly gunny sack

Ready to tag a hiding spud.

Grandpa never mistakes my hand

For a potato.