Mount Kitanglad
I long to wake up
to a morning of clean, clear skies
and beaming sunlight warming
my cogon hut
at the clearing way down south of
Mount Kitanglad;
I long to gaze up
and marvel at the freedom and frolic
of a wedge of wild ducks
as they glide northwest
above the forest, but will be back
at dusk;
I long to listen
to creeks of crystalling water,
to their joyous music as they playfully
tumble down rocks, stones and pebbles,
seeking to soak into the parched,
thirsty earth.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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