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  109.     

To Every Student

In every school, to every student
there's a special teacher.
To every teacher, to every student
there's a special bond.
To every bond to every moment
There's a special time that we'll think
back and say to ourself's "That teacher
really cared!"
If you know that teacher cares
you're life will brighten up.
Cause now you know that
if you fall, that same special teacher
Will come and help you up.
 
Gloria Celiant

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  110.     

Stand For Teacher

Stand for the teacher and honor his rank...
...for a teacher is almost as a prophet
Do you know of someone nobler than...
...he who nurtures minds and hearts
You encompass all, the Best Teacher...
...You taught with the pen the earliest people
You brought this mind forth from darkness...
...and guided it to an enlightened, radiant path
For if the teacher is not just, then lost...
...is the spirit of justice in youth for certain
If the teacher's insight lapses for a moment...
...then those under his tutelage will lack vision
If guidance and counsel are based on whim...
...and on arrogance, then call that misguidance.
 
Ahmad Shawqi

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  111.     

Back To School

Back to school is great and wonderful Simply because it's the movement from One's first house into one's second House greatly and wonderfully when any School opens its pretty gates to all Newcomers and to all who will resume, It's bringing one's schoolbag anytime With a great and lovely desire to be A pretty student, a pretty teacher, A pretty principal, and all other pretty Employees anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, Back to school always brings back love And all other kinds of co-operation and All other kinds of co-ordination among All students, all teachers, all employees, All parents, all friends, and all other Concerned people when the school opens Its pretty chest to receive all people, Back to school means that any school Opens its first and pretty page towards A happy, wonderful, and great year for All those who share school's pretty life. ______________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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At School

It was my first day over there With the newcomers of my first school, It was a long, long time ago that I came to school by myself while The other newcomers came accompanied by their kins, I was very happy, so My school was the first step towards a better tomorrow, Some newcomers (kids) cried loudly because They were not accustomed to be alone when their kins left them, For me, I felt differently because I loved school too much, My first school was within a hair's breadth from our house, I was the third kid who went to school in succession, so It was not something new to me, Our school was an old building That was one day a palace for a rich and wealthy family, Schools, at that time, Were old buildings, but they were fabulous, Anyhow I loved my first school at that time, It was the first day when the principal rang a hand's bell and Attendants came together, then All in order went to their classes happily, Every class had its own teacher who cared about the pupils in it, We all sat on our desks, then We had a teacher read our names as a gesture to know each one, We were very happy that we all occupied our places happily, then Time ran out gladly and we were asked to go home to come back in The next day.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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