Basco at Dawn
By: Jean Cabal (The Batanes Chronicle 1981)

I see the stars
	glitter through towering trees
I feel the dawn
	cool the morning breeze a distant lamplight, flickers in the twilight and I could sense the smile of a true and a faithful friend exuding warmth like the sunbeam that melts away the gloom around my ancient home.
Slowly now
	the stars are fading like the lamplight on the hillside and by the cock's clarion call, the dawn of a new day just can't be far away.