Waikele, Rest in Peace
| How long have I walked? Five miles, ten miles? Have to walk back, too.
I remember your sugar cane fields
Flourishing for miles around so far from town,
And the cut canes piled sky high
Hauled by dinosaur-size trucks whizzing by.
I remember your rows of irrigation ditches
And flumes working like busy bees,
And the kids in summer vacation
Picking mangoes from your bountiful trees.
I remember the tunnels in your tall California grass,
Some laden with quails and pheasants,
Others with beer bottles, newspapers and broken glass.
I remember your dirt roads broadcasting all intrusions,
From the trade winds so gusty,
To our stamping our feet to make ourselves dusty.
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