Waikiki beach, near the Pacific's roar spear fished the inky night but close to shore for now and then, a warning shout of shark we scrambled back to sand with trembling heart before the scare, our bags were full of fish we planned to fabricate a wooden dish from dry wood, we found washed up on the beach a fire, lit, with Hawaiians there to teach our friends used old coconuts for their husks used as fuel, a fire quickly develops cleaned fish were laid across the driftwood plates which the coconut-husk fire made hot plates frying fish odors scent the ocean air thirsty now, but forgot to bring the beer our teachers show us how coconut is drained with a proper smack, its juice pours out like rain the fish and water taste like paradise sitting near the fire with contented smiles our hosts tell us the island is alive and how they use the palm trees to provide it gives medicine, food, fuel, and pleasure Polynesians prize palms as their treasure coconut water hydrates human blood it can be injected straight as fluid today is the Friday that is called good it reminds me of a tree giving food like the palm, it also cleanses the blood it is the tree that gave us our Savior © Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2007/2021
Good Trees
03
Apr