Dr Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature School on Blog [avrotor.blogspot.com]
Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) with Ms Grace Velasco
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class Monday to Friday




The sands of time here is literal,
each grain a part of history,
each grain an emissary
of man's unending greed and fall.
The sands of time pile up still,
more than the grass that covers all,
lifeless, gray and dull,
aimless, searching any space to fill.
The sands of time, spirit of the past,
spirit of the future, haunting
the conscience now, throbbing,
restless 'til comes a kindred at last.
The sands of time in Flanders field,
in Austerlitz, lie with the dead
in peace with tears once shed,
to enshrine honor and deed.
The sands of time for us alive -
while there is time to amend,
hold them right at the shed,
away from shore and ebb.
The sands of time whistle a tune,
either requiem or march;
a tomb or a glorious arch
indifference or action.
The sands of time can't wait,
the Sahel was once Eden,
sand dunes green hills then
that kept man's pride and faith. ~
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