Beach Resort Owner (Poem)

Age shall not weary as the years go by,
Or the going down of the setting sun,
Days of our youth when remembered,
They mingled with our songs and laughter of yesteryears.
To sit no more at the familiar places of home,
Where our desire and our hope profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of the land we have known.
The glimmering moonbeams through the shadows,
The stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving-in gracefully upon heavenly plains,
Above the lonely, lovely Sera Sol HIll.
A single touch of hand of long ago,
Kindled the spark of love aflame
And so it keeps the ember of love burning - - forever - -,
Forever in my heart it still remains.

AUTHOR: Soledad Cribe, my paternal grandmother, now in her 70's. You will surely see her walking down the sand when you go and visit my "paradise", our family beach resort, in Pulang Daga, Paracale, Camarines Norte.