Poets, Patriots, and the Trees

Trees teach me a hundred lessons – and still counting. I admire the strength of a tree. I am amazed at its patience, persistence, and perseverance. I honor its generosity to my race.

At home, I planted Molave Tree (Tugas) beside the fast-growing Narra which was planted by my father. The last time I visited home, I saw how Molave Tree which I planted four years ago grew. Its green leaves looked very gratifying.

Perhaps, trees are so inspiring that it nurtures and continuously nourish the poet’s spirit. Perhaps, trees is an epic that it motivates heroes to fearlessly shed their blood.

Continue reading

Advertisements

Ozamiz City: A Glance

Ozamiz City is the only city that I keep in my heart and soul. The memories of Ozamiz remains in my heart. And I always remember how my life was transformed in Ozamiz.

In my recent visit, I still see the grandeur of the city; its looks, its feel (despite of changes) remains.

The Panguil Bay. The historic Bukagan Hill stands still, and the mystical Mt. Malindang seems guard the city.

Lanao (del Norte) mountains.

Sunrise at Panguil Bay

Ozamiz City Port

Lighhouse, Cotta

Goodbye, Ozamiz! See you again soon.