She speaks to taro as she plants them—
like children.
Each root knows her scent.
Colonial soldiers marched past once,
but never saw
what she was growing.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
She speaks to taro as she plants them—
like children.
Each root knows her scent.
Colonial soldiers marched past once,
but never saw
what she was growing.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
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