The Fields of Tulare by Joseph Najera

Dear Reader:   I started thinking about Pearl Harbour Day, that date is now upon us, and I remembered this story. I wrote it down in free verse.   Thank you.

Courtesy of the Oxnard Public Library

                                         Courtesy of the Oxnard Public Library
 

That night

Luna glowed as bright as a silver coin,

Pouring down

her liquid light into my room.

I stayed inside the warmth of my sheets

Feeling safe inside my nest,

And listened

to my sister’s dreams inside her sleeping sounds.

Aki and me,

were laughing for no reason,

We spent the days in her back yard,

Her mama watching

from behind the window

We were watching the Koi

Silently swim

below the lily pods.

Aki and me,

Now dust from an old man’s shelf.

“Mama!”

Was the sound that woke my sleeping

I felt the rumble coming before I heard it.

the windows rattled inside the putty

And I lost all thoughts of slumber.

I saw the light before I saw the shadows

move across the wall.

I heard the truck sounds come to a stop.

I heard the hard jack boot steps

then the hard brute shouting.

“Mama!” Was the sound that I heard.

The tailgate crashed down.

“Quiet in there! You’ll frighten the neighbours.”

I heard the sobbing and the angry words.

I stopped my knees from shaking

and I poked my fingers through the blinds.

“Mama!” Aki cried. She looked so white in

Her mama’s trembling arms

as they moved onto the sidewalk

in the light of the moon.

I saw her shiver in her flimsy gown.

Mama hurried to wrap her in her bed sheet.

Soldier men loaded all of them onto the back of the beast.

courtesy of the Oxnard Public Library

courtesy of the Oxnard Public Library

The house lights next door went dark

The trucks roared and rumbled

And I took myself one last look.

The tears from her eyes poured down her cheeks like quicksilver.

I saw Aki glance my way as the truck began to move.

No words she could have spoken yet she said all she needed.

Aki raised her tiny hand

Aki raised her tiny hand

Aki raised her tiny hand

and waved goodbye.

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About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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