SIBALE THE BEAUTIFUL
By Vicente F. David

To my foster homeland, this poem is heartily dedicated.
"Her people is my people"

Sibale the beautiful, isle of the eastern sea,
Thou stand majestically above the sparkling waters
Washed for centuries by the rising and ebbing tides
Yonder stand solitary rocks
Curved with tell-tale signs by the passing of time.

On thy white beaches blow the gentle breeze,
Bringing sweet scent of freshness from the ocean blue
Caressed by the gentle waves softly whispering sweet lullabies
To thy infant sons and daughters born free
Destined to fade or curve a name for thy fame and glory.

O Sibale! cradle of love and beauty,
Home sweet home of gentle and godly people
Where sunbeams kiss the silvery morning dew
Spread standing aloft over the sparkling sea.

Wither tho I go my beloved motherland,
I will bear witness to thy immortal grace
As sons and daughters beholden with fond memories
Of your familiar sweet loving embrace
From now till time rings out for a call to the great beyond
I will forever sing Sibale the Beautiful