Lost off the beaten path,
a little dot on the state road map.
Kalihi Uka was its name
a place where I was born.
A state highway now in place,
striped road to guide, a given space,
The mighty mountain highway,
No more gardens plots to grow,
No more rivers to wash the clothes.
The outhouse had its time.
Must find another place to hide.
This my home, in Honolulu, Hawaii.
another path, this time in California,
Good bye to a centenary of family and
of friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem