Member-only story
The Spirit of Bohol 🇵🇠(Poetry).
1 min readJul 16, 2019
Imagination is life precious’s gift.
Whatever you imagined could be.
Sitting on a sandy beach after the storm,
watching the wave offshore in Bohol.
“Maganda Umaga,” was the word from a princess.
Retirement came too fast.
I was young and dreamt it.
Because dreams are what,
true men are made off.
This paradise is beautiful,
and I can’t get my gaze off.
Never knew that what I have lost
all my youth years had been found in Bohol.
Boating was another thing;
swimming became a habit.
Giving to the less privileged kids of the
Philippines became life’s new calling.
I am blessed to have grown up in the West.
Here kids are born with less but are complacent
with the little they have.
This is the Spirit of Bohol.
