Peter,
I hope this letter finds you soon. I am writ’n you for the sake of your father. He is down sick. He needs your heal’n attention and we need Pat’s blessing. Your brothers are doing the best they can, but the harvest in downr’t awful. We are not sure if the farm will be able to make it this year with your father in such terrible shape. I am sitting right next to him as I write this, and I’m not sure how much longer he can hold out for our lord and you. We hope to see you both back soon.
Oh, mighty Pat, hear our humble prayer,
From the earth you rise, a gift beyond compare.
With eyes unseen, you nourish and sustain,
In every form, your presence we retain.

Your skin, a cloak of earthy hue,
Protects the treasure hidden from view.
Beneath the soil, your roots spread wide,
A symbol of life's secrets inside.

Through famine and abundance, you remain,
A steadfast guardian, a source of gain.
In times of trial, you give us strength,
And in our joys, you add flavor at length.

Grant us your wisdom, oh Potato Divine,
To cultivate patience and peace in our mind.
May we learn from your simplicity and grace,
To embrace life's challenges we face.

In the soil, your power resides,
As we pray, may our spirits rise.
Blessed Lord, hear us today,
In your starchy embrace, we humbly stay. Amen.

Peter,
I hope this letter finds you soon. I am writ’n you for the sake of your father. He is down sick. He needs your heal’n attention and we need Pat’s blessing. Your brothers are doing the best they can, but the harvest in downr’t awful. We are not sure if the farm will be able to make it this year with your father in such terrible shape. I am sitting right next to him as I write this, and I’m not sure how much longer he can hold out for our lord and you. We hope to see you both back soon.
Oh, mighty Pat, hear our humble prayer,
From the earth you rise, a gift beyond compare.
With eyes unseen, you nourish and sustain,
In every form, your presence we retain.

Your skin, a cloak of earthy hue,
Protects the treasure hidden from view.
Beneath the soil, your roots spread wide,
A symbol of life's secrets inside.

Through famine and abundance, you remain,
A steadfast guardian, a source of gain.
In times of trial, you give us strength,
And in our joys, you add flavor at length.

Grant us your wisdom, oh Potato Divine,
To cultivate patience and peace in our mind.
May we learn from your simplicity and grace,
To embrace life's challenges we face.

In the soil, your power resides,
As we pray, may our spirits rise.
Blessed Lord, hear us today,
In your starchy embrace, we humbly stay. Amen.

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