YELLOW GAL

Just who is she,

As I wave at her everyday on my daily journey,

She just stands there, as I past,

I am intrigued in knowing her,

And the stories of her riches,

Yet, imagining me as a part of her world,

Knowing that her value is that of gold,

As she grows in the thickness of this black muck,

Only to be harvest and sold,

For her sweetness and big bucks,

In remembrance of her kiss as I was told,

Her taste is quite unique,

As she grows from beneath our feet,

Only to make me feel,

As she feels as those eastern wind blow,

As Her moves are calculating to the flow,

Yet, hypnotizing me as my eyes pierce through to her interior,

I can only to be reminded of that beautiful long and slender exterior,

Her silhouette is well define and yet unforgettable,

Her skin yellows’ in the sunlight,

As this makes her hard to resist,

From her taste you would gather just from a small twist,

You will find that her quality is in great demand,

As a nation we are craving,

This great taste to grace,

In seeking our fulfillment,

Without a speck to waste,

Her sweetness is pure,

As we ingest her for sure,

Only to find the satisfaction of elegance,

And a sweet remembrance,

That we all know her well,

Only to be prevail,

As Ms. Sugar Cane,

And she is my yellow gal.