8 years ago
A Place of Dreams
by: Marianita Roldan Ilao
Along the shore of Ragay Gulf at the southern tip of Quezon
There is a quiet strip of land, serene, so rich and beautiful
Started as small fishing village, became an old town to recall
From land and sea it has produced with abundance for its people
When good nature showered its gifts, the town got most of its blessings
It has become a paradise, rich in sunshine and fresh clean air
Its sandy beach and soft sea breeze, the hills with their spring water
The singing waves from friendly sea is music to everyone’s ears
With good values and friendliness, people strive to live at peace
They are honest and God fearing: they love to be educated
Some of them worked hard on their farm, others desired to go places
Their paradise inspired them all to brave the world and be counted.
It is place where most of us started to weave our simple dreams
It offered us many choices would you see places or would you stay?
Those who preferred to stay behind, had all their time to nestle in
Fulfilled the dreams they had designed and passed them on to their
children
To those who left and saw places, they brought their dreams but left
their heart
Pursued their fate and traveled on, and may have been to different lands
But memories of old hometown are still fresh footprints in the sand
The treasures found in their journeys, carried back home in their
backpacks
And now after the long travel, they have but one and only dream
To stay for good in Guinayangan, their hometown missed for many years
Deep in their hearts there is a call form paradise where they had been
Where the sea winds will sing once more the old song echoed from the
hills
