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SILENT TRAILS

by Marcelo de Gracia Concepcion

Silent trails
Silent are the trails of Benguet
hills,

When the mist veils the sun -

Even when the wind stirs the ferns


And the bamboo brakes sing
Their echoed murmurs.

And the laden Benguet women


pass;
Beating their pakkongs*
In cadenced monotones.

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