Home Sweet Home

sunday on a home sweet home
from the city
to this little nipa hut
on top of a hill
that father built

where the guava trees are filled
with ripe fruits
where i climb and gather and taste
the sweetness of its pink flesh

where the carabaos rest
in the coolness of mudholes
where i take my ride on them
in the river nearby

on crystal clear waters
where some fish swim on shallow waters
inviting me to fish and catch them
for lunch of pearl white glutenous rice

and with banana leaves as plates
and some wild chicken's barbecued breast
and with my bare hands and
some childhood friends
we shall take this simple feast

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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