My Classroom - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
My school was over there and Not so far from my house, I loved my school when I was A little kid because it was My second house at that time, My classroom was inside that Pretty school which I loved it, My classroom had a lot of desks Where I picked a pretty one, We were two in the same desk That time and I loved that, My teacher was called Mr. Wadia, I loved my teacher very much Because he was nice and smart, My classroom contained all my Classmates and I loved all of them, On the wall, in front of us, There was the pretty blackboard, In this classroom our teacher Taught us numbers and alphabets, I loved all subjects and I loved Pretty songs which we sang together, Our classroom was great in size And was pretty in all it contained, I loved my classroom, I loved my Classmates, and I loved my teacher, When it was raining, we used to See clearly the drops of rain hitting Our classroom' glass panes, so Our classroom was very great and I loved everyone and everything in it.
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