Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Flomlok Festival


Barangay Polo delegates during the Farmers' Day -Flomlok Festival 2014




2 comments:

Unknown said...

Yes I do indeed recognize both the road and a few of the people there. I saw them walk by my house many times.
Typical Filipino celebration celebrating life, whether honoring Mom, farmers, Holy Days always devout and pure of heart. I grew to admire the people there in so may ways it defies description.
With infinite sadness I found out at the airport Miemie's twin had died under very unusual circumstances. Myself and Lucila loved those two as our own daughter and son.
Yes I recognized your verbal style and in retrospect your house afterwards. Often my wife and I would walk by to the church or store.
Unfortunate but God's will we lost the other twin in Zamboanga area while Mom was at work with Rudy.
I look forward to my return to the the quiet Village of Polo.
Jack

Unknown said...

Unfortunate I miss spoke, Barangay captain's office and canteen. Immunization vaccines there, see my cane behind it all. I miss my home.
Farmer
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark."

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."

Credit to Paul Harvey JRC