Missed the simple provincial life I grew to love,
When land was covered with luscious fruit trees
And roofs covered with reeds and palm fronds.
Where a friendly wind can swirl and whirl with liberty!
Missed the simple provincial life
Like riding a tricycle going to market,
Its noise and peculiar smell of mixed scents of goodies being sold.
The chorale like screams and antics of sellers vying for more customers,
And carrying the traditional BAYONG filled with locally grown vegetables...
Wished I could go back in time,
When life was much simpler then
Yet one could still manage to be contentedly happy!
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