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YESTERDAY . . . TODAY . . . TOMORROW

on January 10, 2015

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VESTIGIA

on January 10, 2015

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TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME

on January 10, 2015

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SONG TO CELIA

on January 10, 2015

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FISHES FOR FOOD

on September 29, 2014

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NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS

on September 29, 2014

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ANG SABI NG AKLAT

on September 29, 2014

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MY MOTHER

on September 29, 2014

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TO MY MOTHER

on September 28, 2014

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MAGANDA ANG TAG-ARAW

on September 28, 2014

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ANYAYA

on September 28, 2014

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SAKUNA'Y IWASAN

on September 26, 2014

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A BOY’S DREAM

When I grow up I'd like to be A brave, strong rover out at sea, A sailing on the ocean tide To see the big world far and wide. But then I also wish to fly A whizzing jet plane in the sky; I’d made a loop and zoom and dash, And come to land without a crash. Oh! How many things I’d want to do! Like building houses big and new; How very happy I would feel, If I could build a bridge of steel. I’ll try to do these if I can When I’ve become a full-grown man. Copy write by: R.M. CAYARI

BETWEEN TWO ANGELS

There stood in a garden, a child sweet and fair, Watching some fruit that hang ripening there. Two anxious angels were watching above: One gazing in hatred, the other in love; One clothed in black, the other in white. The child never dreamed that the angels were there. He just longed for the fruit so rich and so rare. How I should like that big apple so red, But I cannot forget what my dear mother said, That doing the things I’m forbidden to do Would make m unhappy and grieve her heart, too. “Take it,” the dark angel whispered, “and eat it. It is not very often you get such a treat. There is no one to see you and no one to tell.” So up went a hand, it could reach the fruit well. But the child paused a moment and said as he smiled, “I’ll not be a thief, I’ll be a good child.” The rustling sound stirred the soft summer air. One angel was gone but the other was still there. The angel of darkness had taken its flight. The child was alone wit...

I WANT TO SERVE MY COUNTRY

I want to be a farmer, A farmer good and wise, I want to serve my country By growing heaps of rice. I want to be a seller, A seller wise and good I want to serve my country By selling clean, pure food. I want to be a fireman, A fire strong and brave I want to serve my people Their homes from fire I’ll save. I want to be a policeman A policeman brave and strong I want to serve my people From robbers that do wrong. I want to be a soldier To make my own dear county A free and happy land I pledge my heart and hand. Copy write by: AMPARO REYES ASUNCION

Little Boy's Dream

When I grow up I'd like to be A brave, strong rover out at sea, A sailing on the ocean tide To see the big world far and wide. But then I also wish to fly A whizzing jet plane in the sky; I’d made a loop and zoom and dash, And come to land without a crash. Oh! How many things I’d want to do! Like building houses big and new; How very happy I would feel, If I could build a bridge of steel. I’ll try to do these if I can When I’ve become a full-grown man. Copy write by: R.M. CAYARI

TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH

I call you young and sturdy sons Hope of the emerald Philippine Island; Stretch your sunburned hands In search of that ever-onward band This is the time that try your skills Span the sea and scour the hills And you shall find your secret dreams Hope of the emerald Philippines Island Beside the singing mountain streams. Go and seek for the simple desire Which com...

THE LITTLE GENTLEMAN

Take you meals, my little man, Always like a gentleman; Wash your face and hands with care, Change your shoes, and brush your hair Then so fresh and clean and neat, Come and take your proper seat; Do not loiter and be late, Making other people wait. Do not rudely point or touch; Do not eat and drink too much Finish what you have, before You even ask or send for more. Never crumble or destroy Food that others might enjoy; Never spill your milk or tea, Never rude or noisy be. Never choose the daintiest food, Be content with what is good; Seek in all things that you can To be a little gentleman.

WHERE THE STARS LOOK DOWN

So I shall go out where the winds blow, Far from the seething town; Ad the trees shall sing me anthems, And only the stars look down. And I shall burst my bondage, And as the wind and tide; Where the hills shall make my temple, And star shall be my guide. And I shall hear minstrel music, As keening winds go by; And there, with the silence around me, Make my prayer to the sky. And I shall say to the heavens, Where lived the Master of Men; Oh ye who seethe the sparrow fall, Give me faith again. Then I shall return to my labors, Armed with a courage new, Gleaned from the stains of the many, Cleaned in a world of the few. And the Gods shall smile in their wisdom On the pitiful forms of men; And the moon shall silver the hillside, And the sun shall gild the glen. Then I who was weak and weary, Shall lift my brow to the breeze; Then joy shall be my companion, And I shall hear the rhapsodies. And there in the dim, gray for...

EVERY DAY A THANKSGIVING DAY

I’m thankful for my parents Who are so good and kind; I’m thankful for my little friends, They are the best you’d find. I’m thankful fr my voice That I can raise in song; I’m thankful God helps me Know the right from wrong. I’m thankful for so many things That I just want to say; That very day for me Is a Thanksgiving Day. Copy write by: Helen Mitchell Evans

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