The poem was written by Grace Taguba and published by the Mountain Collegian on August 1979. I am sharing it to remind us of the age-old indigenous tool that has helped thousands of Cordillerans in their agriculture. Michael
Boy With Gimmata (in Sagada)
It is your ancestors’ past
Which makes that gimmata stay
on your still-to-be seasoned shoulder.
Their indigenous minds thought of it,
Their busy hands gathered the vines in
your once-unexploited woodlands
and wove these for themselves and you to use–
yes, even for your offsprings.
To you who carries it now
Do you dare change it
With synthetic bags and baskets?