Why do the green grass grow
And fill the fertile field?
Where'er man does not sow
They tend themselves and yield.
For when the rain would pour
And skate beside the hill,
They'd pave the fragile floor
To let the slope be still.
For when the weary feet
Walk by towards a home,
They'd serve to titillate
To let the sprain be gone.
For when a child would jump
To play luksong-tinik
And get a backside bump,
They'd weave a safety net.
For when a star would fall
To grant the wisher's dream,
The impact would be small
On land to break its beam.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
