Ferdinand L Quintos
September In My Hometown
ninth month of the year,
end of the lean season,
season of the monsoon.
The first month with 'ber, '
cold weather's harbinger,
though fickle is the season
and may yet bring a typhoon.
Your advent is welcomed well,
greeted with an early noel,
for lurking just in the corner
is, again, happy December.
Blame us not for starting early
preparing for Christ's nativity,
for our dear little country
is a cradle of Christianity.
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