The Pretty Anemones Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

When we were kids We used to go to Bustan Al-Batoos where the pretty Anemones got spread everywhere Over there to pick some of them to Our loved ones. we used to jump over the walls of Bustan Al-Batoos to reach the hidden Anemones among the other plants. A lot of them got seen hidden Shy and pretty. I got approached them hiding from me and From the rest of the whole world. The whole pretty fields got filled With the pretty anemones that hid Themselves in the pretty nature. The whole uneven roads and the sides Of the Greater Southern River were Filled with all kinds of the pretty anemones. Everywhere got spread these pretty flowers And in our pretty hearts in Spring and Summer. The pretty flowers of anemones are still In my heart and in my poetry. No longer I see them everywhere because Most of that turned into roads, streets, Bridges, and pretty buildings on either sides. The anemones will live for ever in my heart, In my feelings, and in my poetry.