Harvested just after the first frost
The viney tops are blackened and soft.
And underneath like potatoes all snug in the soil
Are Spanish peanuts that reward farmer's toil.
Dig up the vine or pull if you like
Last summer blossom was set in a spike
Beneath the soil protected from harm
It waits for harvest and being stored in the barn.
Properly dried and free of sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem