Two Poems on the Philippines

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Sampaguita


The flower sold;
their faith restored.

The Philippines: A living Beach House


A living beach house is what the Philippines is.
A place with endless fiestas and parties, Filipino culture is
immersed in.


The tropical beaches to relax along the coastline, and parties
meeting lasting friendly faces and their grinning smiles.


For a vacation, the Philippines is the place for you, with endless
tourist attractions and resorts, with summer all year round.


Nothing can beat the mango shakes, clear waters, and white sand
on several beaches across the Philippines, and the outdoor
activities it offers: surfing, hiking, trekking, and swimming ‘til the
sun falls.


As a beach enthusiast, the clear water along with the clear blue
sky, all can be done but relax and coat yourself in the Philippines’
warmth—a warmth snuggled in, similar to the heat of the locals’
hugs. Cebu City, El Nido, Boracay, Long Beach. The list is endless;
time stops; summer’s all year round.


The Sundays turn to Thursdays and the Januarys turn to
September. And before you know it, you have to depart.
A living dream house, that’s what the Philippines is.

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Maddigan Hailey Sy

 

Maddigan Hailey Sy, or Maddi for short, is a 15-year-old high-school student studying in an international school. Aside from writing poems in her spare time, she also enjoys writing essays, short stories, plays, and novels. She was a finalist in the 2023 John Locke Essay Writing competition.

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