From Behind Our Window Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

At that time, A long, long time ago, I used to look at Patos Orchard To see the heavy rains that fell over the green grass, Patos Orchard was within our windows' panes reach, I loved to watch nature's pretty work on everything over there, There was the old school under that haunted palace whose owners Left a long, long time ago, Some farmers grew egg-plants, green peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, Parsley, mint, radish, lettuce,....,....,...., It was a pretty piece of land, There were some houses for the poor farmers over there, There were some tin houses used as stables for cows and for camels, It was a pretty station for camels and some donkeys, Life was wonderful for a little kid like me, At that time, to watch things from behind a window, It was all in Winter's time, This piece of land was surrounded almost from all sides except From narrow alleys made for the entrants, It was all pretty life over there, Everyone enjoyed living over there that pretty life, In Wintertime, we used to smell the green grass when rains fell on, So I had a very good sighting at that day from behind our pretty Windows' panes.