Bright Kwamina Grantson

Rookie - 26 Points (30-9-995 / Enyan Abassa)

My Teacher - Poem by Bright Kwamina Grantson

morning we see teachers up and down
In and around town.
They learn more as they operate,
And their extra classes fees are moderate.
They live simple, some eat little into their tanks
And save more money in the Bank.

They are dedicated to their service,
And every classroom is their office.
They hate teaching and talking.
Teaching and sleeping
And even teaching and eating.

I know of a teacher named Mr. Rashid
He taught me how to write and read
Then I was able to overcome the English, Science and the RME.

If we Children are the future,
Then future of our country is in the hands of our teachers.
What will you be in the future?
I will be a doctor, I will be a Accountant, I will be a Soldier
But only through one way.
Through my Teacher.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015



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