A STORY
A sailor plods along the narrow streets of his city. Glad to be home on leave and yet something is alack. The salty air. The gulls Fog of morning. The sun upon his back.
She, the sea, calls him.
Though life ashore is pleasant with dear loved ones close, something is always amiss without the kiss of spray upon his appled cheek.
He is in love with the sea, though he know not how.
The teacher plods along the grocery aisle,glad for summer and yet something invisible calls. The salty sweat of youth. The parents. Squeals in the halls .
Shiny youthful faces call her.
Though summer life is pleasant with dear loved ones close, teaching is sprayed softly like graffiti on her appled heart.
She is in love with teaching, though she know not how.
Taken from Web
A POEM
Did you know about the Carbon?
Long before he became a Diamond?
He was born in the abyss, dark and unknown
Till the miner dug him from his sanctuary
and took him away...
As if that wasn't bad enough,
he put him in a very hot place full of pain
And to look at himself, you would think...
he was nothing, but that was not the end of him,
for after a time, he began to glitter after glow,
until he emerged a sparkling gemstone; (I)
With a luster so brilliant,
It got a new name, this a lucky break?
Please, let us not assume for truth-
it always was a diamond on the inside
Just got carved by someone to dazzle and shine...
Taken from web and modified
A BLOG
My primary school was one of the best schools in my town. I spent a great time there. My teacher in the first class was very nice. Her name was "Amirah". In Arabic, it means princess, She was an old woman and she was teaching in this school for 35 years. Her salary was only 1 and half dollar a month! I used to spend my break time with her in the class. She had never left the class during the break time, and she used to paint roses, and write some nice encouraging sentences in our homework copybooks to make us happy.
In every time we had learned a new alphabetical letter we had party to celebrate and we serve candies, cookies. Every single day was like a party for me. Even in my sickness, I used to insist to go to school.
When I was in the fifth class, I knew that she will retire. All the girls went to her and asked her to stay, but she didnot.
The adieux was very much emotional, but she kept visiting us in the school.
No one of her pupils called her "Mrs ", we called her "mama Amirah" .
I still have some of her presents she gave me in my birthdays and other celebrations.
By Sunshine born on 29/1/1992 (Taken from web)
A sailor plods along the narrow streets of his city. Glad to be home on leave and yet something is alack. The salty air. The gulls Fog of morning. The sun upon his back.
She, the sea, calls him.
Though life ashore is pleasant with dear loved ones close, something is always amiss without the kiss of spray upon his appled cheek.
He is in love with the sea, though he know not how.
The teacher plods along the grocery aisle,glad for summer and yet something invisible calls. The salty sweat of youth. The parents. Squeals in the halls .
Shiny youthful faces call her.
Though summer life is pleasant with dear loved ones close, teaching is sprayed softly like graffiti on her appled heart.
She is in love with teaching, though she know not how.
Taken from Web
A POEM
Did you know about the Carbon?
Long before he became a Diamond?
He was born in the abyss, dark and unknown
Till the miner dug him from his sanctuary
and took him away...
As if that wasn't bad enough,
he put him in a very hot place full of pain
And to look at himself, you would think...
he was nothing, but that was not the end of him,
for after a time, he began to glitter after glow,
until he emerged a sparkling gemstone; (I)
With a luster so brilliant,
It got a new name, this a lucky break?
Please, let us not assume for truth-
it always was a diamond on the inside
Just got carved by someone to dazzle and shine...
Taken from web and modified
A BLOG
My primary school was one of the best schools in my town. I spent a great time there. My teacher in the first class was very nice. Her name was "Amirah". In Arabic, it means princess, She was an old woman and she was teaching in this school for 35 years. Her salary was only 1 and half dollar a month! I used to spend my break time with her in the class. She had never left the class during the break time, and she used to paint roses, and write some nice encouraging sentences in our homework copybooks to make us happy.
In every time we had learned a new alphabetical letter we had party to celebrate and we serve candies, cookies. Every single day was like a party for me. Even in my sickness, I used to insist to go to school.
When I was in the fifth class, I knew that she will retire. All the girls went to her and asked her to stay, but she didnot.
The adieux was very much emotional, but she kept visiting us in the school.
No one of her pupils called her "Mrs ", we called her "mama Amirah" .
I still have some of her presents she gave me in my birthdays and other celebrations.
By Sunshine born on 29/1/1992 (Taken from web)
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