Let’s recall a segment from the beautiful and familiar poem about the coconut tree that many people born in the 70s and 80s might remember 😊:
“I grew up seeing coconuts in front of the door
Coconuts lull me to sleep in my childhood
Every afternoon, I hear coconuts rustling in the wind
I ask my grandmother: ‘When did coconuts come into being?’
Grandmother said: ‘When I was a girl
I saw the shade of coconuts cooling in the yard
This land used to be a salty swamp
A life of poverty and bitterness all year round’
Today I return to my old hometown
Twenty years, how many suns and rains
Grandmother has passed away, the grass is green
On the coconut trunk, bullet marks are withered.
Oh coconut! How old are you
That your leaves remain green until now
I hear the ancient winds calling
The rustling of coconut leaves or the clashing of swords.”
