Via dumaguete city courtesy of WG and A
verdant isle
rising from the dawn
full of hospitality
keeping WGA ship
like a home sweet sweet
away from angry Visayas fury
though this countenance is
just momentary
but draw perfect worthwhile relationship
between our transient-owned vessel
and the steady wharf
waiting the floating coffin safely
touch memorial shore
kissing graveyard basin of the trip
the ship can't wait anylonger
as the craving anchor touches the ground
as the craving pier selfishly moving closer to me
then
caravan of goods
load and unload
it is my first touch landed in dumaguete
seems a giant leap
for my little hidden anthology
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Travelling is education.....WE see verdant isles...observe culture of people different to ours.....SO INTERESTING! ! ! ! ! !