clever.

July 14, 2013 at 9:43 AM

As Abe listened to the loud whirring noise of the spaceship as it sped upwards, he tried to contain the eggs they left behind, thinking How many ET's can I get out of these?

that is what popped in my head, not a poem, just thoughts. i rather have gold potatoes than aliens....

July 14, 2013 at 9:44 AM

Ah, Yukon Gold spuds came to my mind too! I like your poem's strong rhythm and rhyme. I think it would make a good folk song, sung 'round the campfire.

July 14, 2013 at 10:22 AM

What a great poem.
No matter how much money you have it will count for nothing in the end if there is no food.
Lynne x

July 14, 2013 at 10:45 AM

I really enjoyed your poem-and it made me think about my favorite potato! thanks-

July 14, 2013 at 11:54 AM

I thought I'd never find a Gold potato, but a still, small voice kept urging me on: Yukon! Yukon!

July 14, 2013 at 1:08 PM

ha pretty cool story you came up with...and his fore thought as well to leave such richness to help them survive...

July 14, 2013 at 1:43 PM

I love this!! What a wonderful tale and poem! I just started following you. Looks like a fun place to visit.
Blessings,
Susie

July 14, 2013 at 2:13 PM

Feeling that cadence girl- nice one!

July 14, 2013 at 3:53 PM

A really good job, Gail! :-)

July 14, 2013 at 3:56 PM

My Favorite Potatoes EVER!!!! Quite a good imagination! :)

July 14, 2013 at 4:52 PM

Very clever indeed.

Have a fabulous Sunday. :)

July 14, 2013 at 5:09 PM

I happen to be a potato lover and like them fried sprinkled with Herbes de Provence. What would we do without potatoes, the great fillers of stomachs? I think many people would have gone hungry without them in the past. I'm thinking especially of that painting "The Potato Eaters" by Van Gogh.

July 14, 2013 at 7:25 PM

Ha! Ha! That was great!

July 14, 2013 at 9:45 PM

Excellent! From the beginning I just knew you were writing about my winter! Very true to life!

July 14, 2013 at 10:20 PM

Ah very good, Gail, i think the Kiwis call it a Hungi "

July 15, 2013 at 4:55 AM

Fabulous, Gail. This was inspired.

July 15, 2013 at 9:45 AM

A great story ... I can imagine it as a song. A ballad.

July 15, 2013 at 10:52 AM

sounds like an old fairy tale. love the flow of the poem. very entertaining write!

July 15, 2013 at 10:58 AM

I knew you would do well with this one. A marvelous tale.

=)

July 15, 2013 at 1:44 PM

Liked, . . . and the flow!

July 15, 2013 at 9:35 PM

Eureka?

July 16, 2013 at 7:33 AM

It flowed effortlessly...!!

in the shadows, let it be

July 19, 2013 at 9:57 AM

Oh, wonderful planning by Sam! I wonder, though, why didn't he share before he died?

July 20, 2013 at 12:16 PM