Old Memories Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

There were those memories of My childhood In which I was playing hide-and-seek With all my friends over there... It was my best days when I used to climb Our old school's wall to get there to play football... It was when I used to go to The Patos Orchard to see all my friends... It was my best memories near San Balash seashore... There were a lot of pretty memories Which I had enjoyed greatly and wonderfully... Memories remain as pretty things to us Because they are like our images in life That we keep for ever... ______________________________________________________________________