SONDOS

LOVES SCHOOL

(A poem for pupils)

Dr. Muneer Moosa

SONDOS

LOVES SCHOOL

(A poem for pupils)

Dr. Muneer Moosa

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I am wakeup early

in the morning

listening to the nightingale

twittering

I embrace my mother                                                                               She healing me in

her eyes glitter

With my arms I clinch

my father

My heart darling,

to him I whisper  

On troubles he is overmaster

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I wash my hands and my face                                                                      with water and soap           singing in any case

I clean my teeth

by toothbrush

and toothpaste

I feel in pleasure

when I taste

*

I drink milk, mixed with honey                                                                             It strengthen my body Enlighten my mind                                                                                                      It makes me like hero,

and glad

*

I arrange my bed and room,

enjoying the weather                                                                               in my balcony feeling free

listen to the wild doves zoom

singing on an olive tree

I like its bloom

*

I pickup breakfast with

my family In joy and quietly

wear my trouser and shirt     ן

I dress my shoes,

and take my hat                                                                   saying to my parents:                              My dear and my heart,

goodbye!

My ambition fill up the sky

*

I hold my bag on my back

Praying to be my future green

I walk on the left of the

street hopeful

Flying with joy trustful

and faithful

Refresh me, in their voices

*

I arrive to my school

and sit to rest

Its roses laughing to me

And breeze of the north-west

*

In my class room

I sit on my seat  

In front of me my book                                                                                   my notebook, pen,

pencil and ruler

So my study I shall complete

I pay attention to my teacher,

and look

*

I standup, of respect,

for my teacher

She my ideal, I love her

I quaff from her knowledge

fountain

I overcome difficulties,

climb on mountain

I see my way due to her

guidance ambitious

because her

instructions I

I not forget her cleverness

and kindness glance

*

Song of the School

Oh, how much my  school

is bright!

It's a garden that fill my soul

in delight

IIuminate my days,

its ambience

We, the pupils, its fruitage,

basil smell and fragrance

We say in one call:

We are brothers,

no , no to violence!

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{*Sondos is the daughter of the poet}