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FIESTA IN IRIGA

1280px Ilian hill FIESTA IN IRIGA

By Luis G. Dato Ah, Iriga, town by a mountain blue Or green, depending on how far are you? There camias white bedeck a placid stream, And it is sweet of love and life to dream. Her grassy dells with…

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POEM FOR IRIGA

Mt. Iriga from Iriga City

By Luis G. Dato The streets of Iriga, they ever hum With wheels and traffic all the livelong day, As from the hills her folk and products come, And from all towns and barrios far away. The grotto to the…

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OF NABUA

Parish of the Holy Cross in Nabua, Camarines Sur

By Luis G. Dato A haven by the roads is Nabua town, Set midst a sea of emerald trees and plains, Where the wayfarer travelling up and down, See her streets teem with courteous, studious swains, Her maidens bloom like…

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CALL OF THE TOWN

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By Luis G. Dato Recalling the far-away town of my childhood, The city sounds harsh be it ever so wide and wise, Compared to the hills and humming wildwood, I knew, and the forest loud with bird-cries. Home of my…

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SONGS OF THE ROAD

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By Luis G. Dato I A boy and his lady walking — Of what may they be talking? A boy and his lady sitting -­ What thoughts in their minds are flitting? In a pickup at night together, Do you…

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THE OPEN ROAD

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By Luis G. Dato I take a road that starts I know not whence, Past fields and hills, it ends I know not where , The trees beside give shade, my thirst to quench In brooks, my lungs throb breathing…

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HOME

HOME by Luis Dato

By Luis G. Dato High on the banks of a river, Green-crowned with many a vine, Far though I bide in vision, I see the home of mine. The swallows round its window Fly down and round again, When, from…

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MY HOME

home Baao view of Mt. Asog

By Luis G. Dato Up by a leaping stream, And cradled ‘neath a hill, The hallowed moments seem Eternity of thrill. Over the roof cadenas creep, Soft grasses clothe the lawn, Which in the twilight weep With waiting for the…

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BELLS OF SPAIN

851px Glasgow deid bell BELLS OF SPAIN

By Luis G. Dato Bells of olden years and hoary, What remembrancers! Telling of an unremembered Glory long once theirs. Mission bells that from the distance, Told of God and war, Now from throats grass-grown and rusty, Come the petals…

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THE LANES OF ERMITA

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By Luis G. Dato I am longing for the gardens of an Eden far away, Where the dream of quaint, rose alleys meets the murmur of the bay, And the dream of this nostalgia loudly through my spirit beats, For…

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