Wanderer's Song
Far do I wander away from home,
Home where the palms wave high,
None do I find though I may roam,
Blue as my Philippine sky.
Sing me the song of wild pipits,
That once more I may see
Fair islands for which my sad heart beats,
And what they recall to me:
Blue, cloud-kissed Mount Arayat
And silvery rivers bright,
Slender fronds of the coconut
Dancing in sheer delight.
Fields painted with sunset glow,
Birds twittering on the wing,
Palay bending with grains below,
Waiting for harvesting.
Strum me kundiman airs
That I may feel once more,
Sweet kiss of amihan air
That blow on my native shore.
To beautiful, far away lands I go
Over the briny foam,
But never and never a land I know
Can ever compare with home.
Oriental Madonna
Sonnet To A Philippine Urn
Wanderer's Song
Corps De Ballet
Summer Idyl
Fourteen
Maid Of Mabanglu
Faceless Valentine
Why?
First Love
Lost Love
Morning At Laguna De Bay
Night of the Aswang
Ferris Wheel
Intrusion
Telephone Conversation
Ing Balen Cung Bamban
The Sibal Family History In the nineteenth century, in the southern tip of Tarlac province in Luzon, Philippines, a dozen siblings came from the province of Pampanga and founded the town of Bamban.The siblings were surnamed Sibal and consisted of eleven brothers and one sister who married a Maristela man. The Sibal brothers called this place Bamban because of the smooth, thornless bamboo that grew in large clumps and the name of this bamboo is “bamban.” The place was very fertile for fields of rice and sugar cane and all kinds of fruit trees. It was very near the foothills of the large chain of Sierra madre mountains where abound hardwood trees of narra, lauan, wild animals such as deer, wild boars and all kinds of flora and fauna. The mountains were on the western side of Bamban, while on the southern side ran a river that teemed with fish. On the banks of this river called Parua, there were stones and sparkling sand brought by the current. The bank of the river was a forest full of pine trees (Pinus insularis) and the wind whistled its song through their boughs. At that time, Bamban was a veritable paradise. more>>
