The Visayan Fisherfolk's Life
September 05, 2024 • BY MARK MORALES
• poem
Where the Visayan sun paints the sky with gold,
Estancia, Iloilo, a story unfolds.
A tapestry woven of sea and of land,
Where fisherfolk's lives, forever expand.
From dawn's gentle touch to the day's fiery blaze,
Their boats cut the waves, in a rhythmic maze.
Nets cast with hope, a dance with the tide,
As the bounty of the ocean, they strive to confide.
The scent of the salt, a familiar embrace,
Whispers of stories, on each weathered face.
Generations of men, with calloused hands strong,
Passing down wisdom, in their seafaring song.
The fishing industry, a lifeline so true,
Sustaining the town, with its vibrant hue.
From bustling markets, to tables so spread,
The fruits of their labor, a livelihood bred.
Estancia's fisherfolk, a resilient band,
With hearts full of courage, and spirits so grand.
Their lives intertwined, with the ocean's embrace,
A testament to strength, in this timeless space.
So raise a glass high, to the men of the sea,
Their dedication, for all to decree.
Estancia, Iloilo, a fishing town proud,
Where the spirit of the sea, forever resounds.
Mark Morales
Founder and writer of Estancia Times, covering local news, community stories, history, and documentary reports from Estancia and Northern Iloilo.