Pilipiña

It used to be, when you drove from “Town” to “Country” there were miles and miles of Pineapples or Piña. Occasionally you would see rows of workers preparing the pineapples for picking. I remember stopping to “steal” lunch along the road as the ripe, golden piña called out
my name. I jumped out of the car but when I reached out it stung me with one of its serrated blades! I sat down sucking on my wound when She appeared out of nowhere!

“You scared me half to death! Where did you come from?” I asked. She was so beautiful I forgot my hand was bleeding. She said, “I came from the pineapples…” she turned while humming a hymn. The next thing I know she had returned to me with a nice ripe pineapple. Smiling and humming along she told me to stop any time I saw her along the road, and she would have more for me.

I couldn’t shake her from my memory and though I am old, I still think back on her beautiful smile, her warm aloha, and the thought that she would always have more for me! To her memory I built this Soprano Piña Ukulele. In her small stature you will find a beautiful smile while humming along, warm aloha, and she will always have more for you. Sweet memories…

Mahalo!