Different Voices And Sounds Anytime Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

That pretty sea that lies behind That pretty rock of suicide Has that pretty sound of roaring... The pretty sea's waves come ashore With that great and huge sound as if They welcome us or they say something... The pretty voices of those pretty swimmers Who are running on these hot and golden sands... Some passing clouds cross fast into That neighboring villages, Cars and bikes are parked Beside the seashore... Pretty waves hit strongly The pretty sides of that rock of suicide... Kids run along the coastline yelling loudly While playing football... It's too hot on the seashore, so There appear some mirages... People swim, dive, and play inside The pretty sea's big bellies With a lot of different voices and sounds Are heard here and there... It's sunny outside, so All ice-cream vendors are anywhere and everywhere... All restaurants are busy and overcrowded With a lot of tourists and with a lot of local swimmers, A lot of ships, a lot of oil tankers, A lot of canoes, and a lot of fishing boats Are seen anywhere and everywhere... It's still Summertime although The pretty September has just entered... People want to enjoy spending the last remaining days Of that Summer happily... ______________________________________________________________________