Tribute ***** Seed In The Garden Of Bethel Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

(dedicated to Jimenez Bethel Institute, my high school institution as inspired by Sir Dionisio Vale Sr., our principal and garden instructor,4th yr. narra, batch 95-96)

Once I was a seed that slowly grew
In the garden of Bethel where I sowed
A sectarian soil anchored my roots
Firmly hold with dreams and hopes.

Above the said fertile bed
Living dust covered my head
I was entangled with vines and dirts
That most thought I won’t grow without aid

Learnings were my rain
Knowledge was my nourishment
Imparted from the wisdom of my gardeners
Whose books and lessons were my shelters.

Then the seed grew with youthful stem
With buds sprouted to learn
Availing hope for the rising sun
With rays of bright morning comes

The seed no more but a sapling tree
With branches began to sway humbly
Adoring to my noble gardener
Who once nurtured unselfishly

I praise now my plowmen’s hand
Who worns not in cultivating the plant
Till I bear the sweetiest fruits
A fruitful life..i can offer to their sights