PROVINCIAL GIRL SCOUTS GOT TALENT 2022

December 19, 2022

Theme: “The Girls Vision: A Sustainable World For All”

CO NT ES T PI E CE

STAR - DECLAMATION CONTEST

PROMISE LAND
(by Armand R. Lucanas)

"Where am I?"
"Is this the real world?"

A lot of things are on my mind.

I may be young and innocent, but not ignorant.
I can clearly see what's present.

I can only imagine life when the world was first created,
a beautiful scene yet to be exploited.
A dash of green and blue
then add the bright yellow sunshine that lights up the day.
God gave us a world full of promise.
He wanted us to use it, take care of it
and make sure that there is plenty for everybody.

The water is not blue as it was.

The air we breath is not healthy anymore.
The forest that used to be rich and full, nowhere to be seen.

Dead. Denuded. Destroyed.

"What happened to the promised land?"

"How dare we ruin it!"
"Look at it people! look at it!"
"If the world could only speak, it would tell us how much it hurts."
"All of us can do something but not everyone is willing to do it."
"Now, I can't imagine what the future holds."

Living. Hoping. Praying.

The chances are getting thinner everytime.

Time is running out.
We better do it now or pay the price later.
Let's rebuild this world and plant new life for a new day.
 PROVINCIAL GIRL SCOUTS GOT TALENT 2022
December 19, 2022
Theme: “The Girls Vision: A Sustainable World For All”

CO NT ES T PI E CE

JUNIOR - TULA CONTEST

ANG MAGANDANG PAROL

(by Jose Corazon de Jesus)

Isang papel itong ginawa ng lolo

may pula, may asul, may buntot sa dulo;
sa tuwing darating ang masayang Pasko
ang parol na ito’y makikita ninyo.

Sa aming bintana doon nakasabit

kung hipan ng hangi’y tatagi-tagilid,
at parang tao ring bago na ang bihis
at sinasalubong ang Paskong malamig.

Kung kami’y tutungo doon sa simbahan

ang parol ang aming siyang tagatanglaw,
at kung gabi namang malabo ang buwan
sa tapat ng parol doon ang laruan.

Kung aking hudyatin tanang kalaguyo,

mga kapwa bata ng pahat kong kuro,
ang aming hudyatan ay mapaghuhulo:
“Sa tapat ng lolo tayo maglalaro.”

Kaya nang mamatay ang lolo kong yaon,

sa bawat paghihip ng amihang simoy,
iyang nakasabit na naiwang parol
nariyan ang diwa noong aming ingkong.

Nasa kanyang kulay ang magandang nasa,

nasa kanyang ilaw ang dakilang diwa,
parang sinasabi ng isang matanda:
“Kung wala man ako’y tanglawan ang bata.”