by Luis G. Dato

I tread the stones you tread each day to school,
Now when the road impassable has been
To trucks that ply the town and coast between,
Dotted with rut and furrow, stagnant pool.
And I can tell it is not quite so cool
To walk it at high noon and keep serene,
Not venting on the President your spleen,
Unless indeed one is a built-in fool.

Your feet must have been hurt by roughened stone
And sharp dry mud, though far from this your wont,
The day’s routine, one hardly to enchant
Us to this era as we curse and sigh and moan,
But blessed be you that now I know your haunt,
And knowing it I do not feel alone.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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