Dig Dig Dig!

This poem to me is kind of like falling out of the tradition of the family, which in this case, is where the men in the family dig for potatoes. The boy isn't as good with a spade, but correlates the spade with his pen and writing abilities. I can related to this because the men in my family are all electrical engineers and have went on to get their masters/ph.d in different fields of it. I however am the youngest and am going in a different direction, I am a nurse, and plan to get my masters in anesthesia. Either way, I can make a connection by saying that no matter what the tradition is, or what the task is, we all have our own areas of expertise and went/or are striving to be masters at our own trade.