One fine morning i went my school
To meet my teachers and friends
Saw what i never had seen in their
Totaly changed atmosphere!
A chapel was built in the ground
Additional constructions were in that.
Never think it could turned like this
I have re-collecting the olden days
Whare i saw my teacher Helda in the chapel
She prays not for her but for the dears
She is the lady of honour not only in the age
With her good heart too...
I have re-collecting the olden days Whare i saw my teacher Helda in the chapel She prays not for her but for the dears She is the lady of honour not only in the age With her good heart too... it fills our heart with joy and happiness as we see our caring teacher.. it is lovely composition....i still rememebr my schools days when we give all the affection from the teachers...10 read mine no, teacher plese...hids...school...hen laid an eggs
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'Where i saw my teacher Helda in the chapel / She prays not for her but for the dears / She is the lady of honour not only in the age / With her good heart too...' Touching lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'She prays not for her but for the dears' Rachel Ann Butler