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    This 3 stanza poem describes the silent and lonely trails of Benguet hills in the Philippines. When mist veils the sun, even the wind stirring ferns and bamboo singing their echoes creates a calm atmosphere. Laden Benguet women pass along the trails, beating their pakkongs in a cadenced rhythm. The trails are lonely, with deep ravines and high skies.

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    This 3 stanza poem describes the silent and lonely trails of Benguet hills in the Philippines. When mist veils the sun, even the wind stirring ferns and bamboo singing their echoes creates a calm atmosphere. Laden Benguet women pass along the trails, beating their pakkongs in a cadenced rhythm. The trails are lonely, with deep ravines and high skies.

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    SILENT TRAILS

    Marcelo de Gracia Concepcion

    Silent trails,
    Silent are the trails of Benguet hills
    When the mist veils 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 the ravines
    And higher still the skies

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