Silent Trails

Silent trials
Silent are the trails of Benguet hills,
When the mist with the sun Even the wind stirs the ferns
And the bamboo brakes sing
Their echoey murmurs
And the laden Benguet women pass,
Beating their pakkongs
In cadenced monotones.
Even so,
These trails are lonely
And deep are thr ravines,
And higher still the skies.