Vic 9 Poem by RIC BASTASA

Vic 9



AND THIS is what i can remember
about Papa,

we go to the farm
and harvest the lanzones fruits
and put them on big kaings
and bring them all
home

nothing is for sale
the family eats together
thanking the Lord for the bounty

then upon invitation
the neighbors come and eat the fruits with us

what God gives him
he also gives in return.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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