The Yucca Poem



Upon the wall was a painting
Simply framed of a Yucca plant
My parents’ home enfolded it
Hanging on the living room wall
always smiling at me
The artist’s hands painted
it upon a wild hill
I looked at it all my life
From babe until the painting
Was stolen away after
my parents’ death.
It had a constant white bloom.
Curiously I looked
at the flower many times
I am sure it sung me to sleep.
The Yucca is a wild plant
Growing along
The aromatic California
coastal ranges
further into the valley and hills
Tall thin and tenuous
boldly spread throughout
valley canyons.

Yucca calls us to our
nobility of character
Yucca calls us
to a wild uniqueness
Singing if you listen quietly
A hum older than we know.

Author: Hudley Flipside

Artist, cartoonist, writer, author, publisher, and Maenad. Punk rock is my prominent history to share. I grew up in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles County. Co-owner, editor, and publisher of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1979 to 1989. Living during the 1960s, 70s, 80s, 90s and now the 2000’s… decades of history to share. My project currently on the horizon is a documentary film. Episodes, a humble creation story, about Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

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