Miyerkules, Oktubre 17, 2012

My High School Life


 
Inside the School Campus of Notre Dame of Siena College. 

This school are well known as Notre Dame of Lagao for Girls and Notre Dame of Dadiangas for Girls, The two schools are combined and newly named as Notre Dame of Siena College of General Santos City which is now relocated in Purok Masagana, Barangay San Isidro. The school is managed by the Dominican Sister in Gensan, currently the Principal of the School is Sr. Erlinda M. Muring, OP. It has 3 story building with over 35 rooms, it has a new covered area or “Sienna Hall”, new canteen and new facilities for personnel.
 
 
 
Notre Dame of Siena College of General Santos City:
  • Location: NLSA Road Extension, Purok Masagana, San Isidro, General Santos City
  • Contact Number: (083) 552 3803
 

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Sabado, Oktubre 13, 2012

My Blogspot Favorite Poem

The Irish Peasant Girl

 

She lived beside the Anner,
At the foot of Slievna-man,
A gentle peasant girl,
With mild eyes like the dawn;
Her lips were dewy rosebuds;
her teeth of pearls rare;
And a snow-drift ’neath a beechen bough
Her neck and nut-brown hair.

How pleasant ’twas to meet her
On Sunday, when the bell
Was filling with its mellow tones
Lone wood and grassy dell
And when at eve young maidens
Strayed the river bank along,
The widow’s brown-haired daughter
Was loveliest of the throng.

O brave, brave Irish girls—
We well may call you brave!—
Sure the least of all your perils
Is the stormy ocean wave,
When you leave our quiet valleys,
And cross the Atlantic’s foam,
To hoard your hard-won earnings
For the helpless ones at home.

“Write word to my own dear mother—
Say, we’ll meet with God above;
And tell my little brothers
I send them all my love;
May the angels ever guard them,
Is their dying sister’s prayer”—
And folded in a letter
Was a braid of nut-brown hair.

Ah, cold and well-nigh callous,
This weary heart has grown
For thy helpless fate, dear Ireland,
And for sorrows of my own;
Yet a tear my eye will moister,
When by Anner side I stray,
For the lily of the mountain foot
That withered far away.
 By: Charles Joseph Kickham