New Ecija:A tribute to a friend (08.26.1996)

I missed the fragrance of green grasses,
I like the noise of the cascades,
I love the colors of the trees,
The farmers busy as bees,
The golden and green fields,
A cow's and goat's bleats,
The chirps of the morning sparrow,
The clean river which is shallow,
The morning cry of a rooster,
That tells us "the dark is over",
The rising sun that gives hope,
The bridges made up of ropes,
The teenage girls unconscious to their beauty,
Always ready and busy to their duty,
The fresh, cool and clean air,
Pebbly roads with pieces of hay,
Rocky mountains with a spring,
Larks that always sing,
Group of ducks like a battalion,
The fresh smell of garlic and onion,
Wet soil that makes your feet untidy,
Forest works that gives a robust body,
A perfect home for a dreamer like me,
Simple life but a place of glee.....