The Kankanaey who spoke to me

Sonnet by Desire

In the cold places of Mountain Province

-Dwell a set of indigenous people, Farming, pottery, weaving ever since, Fifty-star flag disturbed life so simple

I was told the wonders of Mr. Smith, At night, in a bonfire with a native, Rituals, belief will not turn to a mythYet, education is the main motive Possessions he gave to whom adopted, A dictionary, tools for carpentry, Teachings stood tall as the pine trees planted, Rest assured; next seedlings speak fluently

I heard them speak, it’s music to my ears, Clearly enough to put the myth to tears