Hawaii residents…another end to one of our Hawai’ian history. Journalist Lawrence Downes’ mother is from Pepeekeo.
As a child, on sleepless nights, I felt comforted by the sounds of the sugar cane trucks hauling cane, feeling I wasn’t the only one awake. This has ended.
Sounds of Old Plantation Days
I miss the sound of the cane trucks tonight
Hauling cane through old sugar towns.
Not the bounce and rattles of the empties,
As they head back to the fields
Over the twists of narrowing country roads.
It’s the dull muffled thump of trucks
Laden with tons of fresh cut sticky cane
That pass my silent, sleepless nights.
I’m not alone on these nights,
In company of faces sitting high
In darkened cabs, the glow of half-burnt cigarets
Hanging from their lips like summer lanterns.