the sun never sets on solsona

the sun never sets on solsona,
this land of purple mountains and morning mist,
of summer nights made bright by stars
dancing amid the eucalyptus leaves,
the long walk home, or run,
at night amid such blazoned beauty,
i never will forget, nor will i wish to,
for even in the evenings,
the sun never sets,
no, not in solsona.

the sun never wanes in solsona,
the market days are always a sight to behold,
when a semblance of noise rises
in such a silent, rustic scene,
and ripe, sweet mangoes go for only twenty pesos
a kilo, and various vegetables for less,
the children run around, towed by anxious mothers,
their faces sticky with smiles and candy,
or twisted with wails and tears,
and tricycle drivers gather around, making a heyday,
no need to fight for passengers,
and strapping lads and pretty lasses have a time of day,
buying or selling, or wishing to find or be found,
and at the strike of noon, the morning ends,
and with it, the sellers stow their wares,
and as twilight creeps along, making shadows,
weary muscles are allowed to rest,
honest sweat allowed to cool,
and in their eyes, the sun lives on,
blazing fierce, the sun wanes not,
no, not in solsona.

the sun never wavers in solsona,
the light goes on,
and even peddlers of words realize,
that here is the light they preach made flesh,
in the gurgling streams of irrigation ditches,
so tempting in the noonday summer heat,
in the bursting green of leaves and rainbow flowers,
sweet in blossom and in fruit,
in the rustic quiet and reverential cleanliness,
here where families have not yet discovered
the curse of the city life,
and children lie content with dinengdeng and pinakbet,
and chicken eggs are brown and tiny,
tilapia fish are red and sweet,
and carabaos have not yet fallen to tractors,
where kuligligs are as common as cows,
and are not insects,
the town still tugs the heart, even now,
four years ago, with weary, heavy souls,
we left behind a blanket of tears,
we bade farewell to such a dream enchantment,
karing-kin with her rapids and falls,
the farms of ricestalks waving in the breeze,
the town still blazes in me, where i have kept it in,
that place of the sun,
where the sun will never waver,
where the light will never fail,
oh no, never in solsona.

this was written for solsona, ilocos norte, the most scenic place i have ever seen with my own eyes. (as of the date of writing). i was assigned ther as a missionary for 3 eventful months. sadly, the area had to be closed when it was already on an upward drive. i would not hesitate to buy a place there as some sort of vacation place. clean, quiet, serene, peaceful, and breathtaking. those who have seen the place know what i am saying.


3 thoughts on “the sun never sets on solsona

  1. Your poetry is powerful, I can’t remember the last time a poem brought up such emotion in me. I first heard this poem about a year and a half ago recited by President Bowen, and I have been searching for it ever since. I am glad I found it. I read alot of poetry and this is my favorite. Thank you for helping me remember

  2. thanks so much dane… i wrote this piece a long time ago, when i was assigned to labor there.

    i miss president bowen. he was my mission president, and i did not know he kept a copy of it. please extend my regards to him. 🙂

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