Cane smoke is nasty, black snow is ugly, brown dust is searing. But I want say I will bear it gladly through the summer mornings where it happens.
This not an eloquent letter. Just an opinion.
It is well worth it to me to see the patchwork quilt of shades of green and reddish brown as I fly into the beautiful aina that is this island. And to see God's hula with the trades, gives me chicken skin every time. Who wouldn't love the beauty? It would be great if they could change the methodology, but it is not a viable option. The last fields of green are only on this island, and they are screaming to stay alive.
Plus, it is a legacy of the working stiff on this island. They don't like the dust either, but they feed their families with it and it is transformed into sumptuous calories that give life. I fear it will go soon enough and, if that happens, the county should take it over just for the gifts that it presents. You want to see and feel chicken skin, watch a night burn while listening to "Cane Fire."
Let it alone, leave us something.
Jack Kerr
Haiku
