The Takayuki Legacy

“This is my gift, these bags of seeds

Plant them with hope, only water if you must

Guard the saplings from mite and dust

Watch over them and when spring sets in, harvest.

It is our legacy, this tryst with the soil

Nurturing generations of the Takayuki soul”

The father then headed to heavens above

Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek,

From the earth, rain, sun and easterly winds,

On patience, persistence and the songs of the breeze.

And so the farmer tilled and toiled all-day

Made a little greenhouse to keep the heat at bay.

The seeds grew limbs, tender and green

Holding in their arms, flowers in envelopes.

Then one morning the sun woke them up

And young Takayuki was surprised to see,

Red poppies in a sunbathed field,

Dancing in a plethora of glee.