Watching the grayish hills of Manito on a misty dusk, and seeing tiny dots of light appear little by little beneath them as households switched on their lights, was so enchanting. A nostalgic scene reminding me of my native place – Bulusan.
From where I stand I saw the silhouette
Of undulating hills as if preparing to sleep
As the night was falling, with an eerie silence
With the mist shrouding them with a grayish tinge
Those were the hills of Manito, Albay
As I saw them rise, above the Polique Bay
Closely embracing Albay Gulf’s serene sea
Whose waters offer an abundant bounty
All around was slowly getting dark
As the herons herald the approaching dusk
Then little by little, lamp posts were lit
Joining a rosary of illumined houses
And as the last dot of light has appeared
To rest, everyone did wearily go
And retired with loved ones after a busy day.
For soon, at dawn the following day
They’d launch their bancas again into the Bay.
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