Monday, September 30, 2013

A Baguio poem

Dandelions over the damp hills
Of wild grasses and herbs,
A view that replenishes the heart
With fresh and youthful sensation.

Over the mountains are pine trees
That absorb the warmth of the sun
To regulate the cool air underneath,
To chill a little bit the living below.

Some valleys that filled with blooming coffee
Have some rivers of sweet fragrance through,
Warming the spirit within the morning cold,
And keeping the night up until the slumber.

Pinikpikan over the folks’ table
Is the savor of delight during meal time.
Though, for health it is not always served.
Yet, still being craved for when remembered.

The green sayote staple.
Consumed in many different ways,
Why don't I see a slice on a local chop suey?
Anyway, it is better with fish sauce alone.

The central business district as thoroughfare
For local residents and visitors alike,
The hub for human and machine activities
And also the place where to sit and relax.

129 sub-localities all over the place.
Expanding, thickening, the population increasing.
The people in the city are the city builders,
And what they are is the city in its unique way.

Yet, the city of pines is a melting pot of cultures
That made it adorned fay maiden of the north;
And it is the grand nature that influences the builders
Which makes Baguio dictates what shall she be

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