Yam Poem by Tony Adah

Yam



From the tall mounds
We pile of the earth
Over our ageless hoes
You sprout and swell
In season
And shrink and shrivel
Out of season
When roasted
You char into cinder
But when boiled
You swell
And sweet we eat
You r sugarcoat taste
Another season.

Friday, August 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 29 August 2014

season and out of season, good one.

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