The Pineapple!

Did you know she only grows
Under the tropical sun
Nurtured by volcanic-rich soils
And teased by the wind
She comes into her own
Her perfume so potent
It fills you with the urge
To laugh and dance
Through the rows and rows
Of pineapples

The pineapple
Oh, how her juices ran down my fingers
That have tended to her every need
Nurturing her
As she matures
And is ripe for the picking, grading
And shipping to destinations around the world
Where she will grace buffet tables
Fit for a King!

The pineapple
Tended by fifty thousand hands
In the little town of Thika
That sits astride the Equator
Bathed by the River Tana
Twenty-five thousand people
For whom the label
“Grown in Kenya”
Really reads
“Grown by us
With pride”!

The Pineapple
For us, the mainstay
Of our people
The very essence of our community
The ticket to financial freedom
To many of us
A career, a livelihood
A source of pride
The greatest fruit ever grown
To many
Just a pineapple!