Wahiawa is still
a red dirt town
where the sticky smell
...
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2. Affluent rains, centipedes, millipedes, bats and all kinds of colourful birds, butterflies and flowers… Now, after half a century outside, I am back in the same village. For good. Happily. Loved the poem. Top score.
Poet Cathy, lovely poem. Ascribing to first hand experience, I believe. I too was born and spent my childhood in a similar village, albeit in Kerala India. Served by two monsoons Affluent rains, centipedes, millipedes, ..(Contd)
beautiful picture describing the scenic beauty of the small town, thanks for sharing
Most of all, the name of the village glues me to the poem. It is quite MAGICAL. ❤️