Her brow knitted at the sight
ominous clouds rule the skies
What of their clothes hanging on the line
washed just before the break of dawn
the first dry day in a long spell
just before she headed to the fields
for her share of the gold
ripe grains of the season.
She would run like the wind
as fast as her load allowed her to
beat the rain in the race to her house
herd her children under its thatched roof
flash the victor’s smile at the water
finding its ground.
Salakot* on her back
like a protective shield
sack balanced on her head
she followed the path to home
…as the first drop of rain fell.
~~~~~~~*Salakot – a hat made from palm leaves and bamboo frame and commonly used in the barrios (especially when I was growing up). It is the hat being held by the lady in the picture above.
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Just to let you know, dear friends, I will catch up with you soon. I am a little slower these days in replying and visiting blogs (and I thought I will have more blog time in the summer than during the school year). I will get caught up sooner than later. Thank you for bearing with me. Have a lovely day. 🙂