A Rural View Of My Village

today the women wearing buri hats are planting rice
on the muddy rice fields of Katipunan

the sun is up
the petals of white flowers are
still holding on to their dews

the finches are flying low
and hovering on the grass

the buffaloes are grazing on the field
the children are chasing chickens
and playing with the dogs

the amor secos are growing wild still uncut
as the some men are singing songs with their old guitars

a wooden sled filled with wood is hauled by a big spotted cow
the path is covered with stones that grate their sounds in the open air....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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