Saturday, July 9, 2016

Life on the Farm mural speaks






Life on the Farm, mural by AVR circa 1995

The mural speaks of 

- the fields turning gold in the sun at harvest time;

- the wind carrying colorful kites, big and small;
- the stream hissing on its path, murmuring on the rocks;
- the clouds carving faces and creatures to children's delight; 
- birds in the trees chirping at sunrise and at sundown; 
- the carabao being led from the pasture to its shed;
- haystacks growing at harvest like giant mushrooms;
- duhat time and the trees bearing children in their branches; 
- trees whispering in the breeze and cools its shade;
- old trees regarded sacred, home of the unseen spirits;
- mushrooms growing on punso guarded by dwendes;  
- a full moon and one swears he saw a kapre up in a tree;  
- frogs croaking for rain; soon the ponds and rivers are full;   
- the waterhole shrinking, and its fish being caught for viand;  
- herons flying and alighting among the carabao herd; 
- the kingfisher singing in sonorous and unwelcome tune;
- rain coming in downpour, the wind blowing hard;    
- the family gathered for the Angelus and at supper time. ~ 

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