Watermelons on the vine
Grandad grew them mighty fine
Sitting in his garden dirt
Digging till my fingers hurt
Playing while he gathered fruits
Our after-dinnertime loot
Sweet watermelon at night
We couldn’t wait to take the first bite
Cut round or square
We didn’t care
We would fill our bellies up
Until it looked as if it would erupt
Watermelon seeds on the ground
Children’s songs were the sounds
When Grandad would harvest watermelon
It was the best time I remember. If I close my eyes
I can smell them
Watching Watermelon on the Vine
I knew in time. Sweet melons
would be mine🍉
