The Ewa Plain (Kapolei)
Cane once covered the Ewa Plain,
Now asphalt, concrete, and window pane.
A water park with an entrance fee,
Thank God the ocean is still free.
A second city is needed, so they say
Yet signs in town spell of vacancy.
Price of dwellings are out of reach,
Causing families to live on the beach.
Tears of shame would endow
If planters of yore could see it now.
Once they played in those fields of cane
For that was home, the Ewa Plain
For that was home the Ewa Plain
Once they played in those fields of cane
Man is never satisfied,
Now he's claimed the Ewa Plain.
Yes, they played in those fields of cane,
For that was home, the Ewa Plain
Written by Charles K. Bent Sr.
1999 © Iwalani Productions
1950-2006 All Rights Reserved
Now asphalt, concrete, and window pane.
A water park with an entrance fee,
Thank God the ocean is still free.
A second city is needed, so they say
Yet signs in town spell of vacancy.
Price of dwellings are out of reach,
Causing families to live on the beach.
Tears of shame would endow
If planters of yore could see it now.
Once they played in those fields of cane
For that was home, the Ewa Plain
For that was home the Ewa Plain
Once they played in those fields of cane
Man is never satisfied,
Now he's claimed the Ewa Plain.
Yes, they played in those fields of cane,
For that was home, the Ewa Plain
Written by Charles K. Bent Sr.
1999 © Iwalani Productions
1950-2006 All Rights Reserved
posted by Ma @ 3/21/2006 07:23:00 AM
1 Comments:
At 6:03 PM,
Unknown said…
Hi Tutu! This poem reminded me of the shame of New Orleans and the shame of the amount of waste we take for granted in this blessed country of ours. Mahalo for making us more sensitive to the Earth and being better stewards of it. Hope you are happy and well. Aloha!
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