Its Pretty Streets And Roads Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

All streets and roads remind me Of a pretty love to that old city That gave the whole world the first Alphabets long time ago when the other Parts of the world were unable to write, Its pretty streets extend from the Pretty sea into the pretty mountains That hug and embrace everyone and everything, The American street is in the heart of the Pretty street, The Martyrs' street, Omar Ibn Al-Khattab Street, The Antakya Street, etc. And all the pretty roads that extend from here To there to meet together with all love and beauty, People come and go everyday and the pretty Sun rises from behind the Qala'a Hill and Sets behind the pretty sea continuously, Yaser N.Sari writes about the pretty city and Mary Rashou's novels depicts the great life of The pretty city anytime and anywhere, I used to walk in all its pretty streets and Roads during summertime, wintertime, springtime, and Autumn time near its pretty southern and western Korniches, The sea is the most beautiful thing when I look at its Roaring waves from near Al-Asafiri Restaurant, The city is pretty and all its pretty streets and roads That take me in a short trip when I am tired, The city's people are wonderful and lovely over there All the time with normal life walking near the narrow streets, I remember my friends Ahmad Rami, Mohammad Yousef, George M., And a lot of friends over there, I do remember Al-Batrani Park, and all old mosques and Its pretty churches with people coming and going over there, I do remember Fares swimming club, Rashou Restaurant, My pretty childhood with the pretty city and all my Pretty friends and all my pretty schools here and there, I do remember the goodness and the simplicity of all People over there anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, I am always far from my pretty city, but its pretty love Is engraved in my heart and in my mind for ever.