Our Home

Watch the fields at harvest time,
feel the joy our labors bring--
Out at sea the fishers sing--
Our Filipino Home.

Paradise of love and friends,
Home of sunshine and of grains--
Land of gold and fertile plains--
Our Home

In the city, on the farm
The statue of labor stands--
Home of the strong untiring hands--
Our home.

Patience is the toilers' rule
Industry at every door--
Land of progress evermore--
Our Filipino Home

Sonnet to my Daughter

To wander by in paradise
With someone mostly in disguise
It's not that bad, it may be right
But nothing worth than worst it might.
When not in time, it is not yet
And it may just put you underneath.
On what you aim or plan ahead
or totally ruin then block your lead
Be wise enough and find the way.
To cut and break that pipe away
Let it spill upon his knees
For him to feel the dark abyss.
Be calm as you turn your head upward
And see what God has for your reward.