The Pretty Daffodils - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
Over there near the Patos field, When we were kids, There were a lot of pretty daffodils Hardly the sunbeams reached them at that time. The daffodils spread everywhere Until they reached the edges of the Patos field. We all picked daffodils To our loved ones. In Spring all the pretty daffodils showed Their pretty heads like pretty brides. We picked a lot of daffodils And made a bunch to our school teacher. Nature welcomed all of us and Welcomed our coming to these pretty daffodils. We grew up and became lovely parents To our pretty kids And we talked about these pretty daffodils. Nowadays our kids go to some other fields Because the Patos field is no more, but The pretty daffodils are still everywhere. Our pretty kids play happily Among the pretty daffodils. The pretty daffodils are everywhere.
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