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Cesar Gealogo Poem
Surigao del Norte,
the province of attraction and tourism,
a light and wealth of the nation before me,
seed of freewill and liberty.
The perfume of the gregarious sea breeze,
the sweet scent of the cheerful environment,
the calmness and never-ending beauty of tourism,
with daring music of my dreams,
will surely amuse the lovely guests.
Crystal water and the white sand of beaches,
exotic and strange portrayal of caves,
boundless and verdant mangroves trees,
rich soil of nickel and gold,
beauty brings endless amusement,
a place to live.
Heretofore, with gentle wind,
with tenor music of birds,
with mild waves on the lips of the shore,
a breathtaking crack of dawn,
with the embrace of morning dew,
and the entirety, racing to say,
welcome and good day!
Excerpt from the book: Whisper of Life
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Copyright © Cesar Gealogo | Year Posted 2011
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Cesar Gealogo Poem
‘Waves! Big waves!’ a boy yelled.
Riding hide, the launch heaved and rolled,
engine shattering, its sound changing,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ a lady shrieked,
captain’s compass lost unwanted,
passengers screaming, launch was wobbling,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ an old man yelped,
brutal waves smashing,
anxious passengers, water overlapping,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ we all squealed,
launch’s engine halted,
passengers’ life jackets distributed,
upon salty water we traveled.
‘Waves! Big waves!’ we all prayed,
passengers trembling, wetted and paled,
the launch arrived safe and sound,
upon salty water we traveled.
This poem is an excerpt from the book: Whisper of Life
Read more writings of Cesar @ http://www.cesargealogo.com
Copyright © Cesar Gealogo | Year Posted 2010
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