Poems

True beauty

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Mother's love

What's a mother made of?

They are special from head to toe,

They work with God above,

To care for us as we grow.

They have great skill,

Tending to our needs,

And when we are bad, they love us still,

No matter where our trouble leads.

Remember being put to bed,

After you are bathed and cleaned,

You were warm, and well fed,

And nothing but love you seen.

And when a child may cry,

A mother will wipe their tears,

They encourage us to try,

To overcome our fear.

They teach us never to hate,

And never turn to lies,

They don't rush us, they will wait,

And teach us to be wise.

Fathima Zulfa Azwar,

Grade 10,

J.M.C. College

International,

Nittambuwa.

Run, run

Run, run, run,

Oh! what fun,

Out of doors,

In the sun,

Down the road,

And home again,

Run, run, run.

S.A. Sayumi Malisha,

Grade 2,

J.M.C. College International,

Nittambuwa.

The strange teacher

Just look at the teacher

Gee.. what a sight

Not just a normal teacher

Nor the moon will smile

Then what kind of teacher

Would it be,

Teaching on a tree branch

Not even saying a word

Except for some hoots

Teaching at this time of night

Oh..! the poor student

But as it is an Owl teacher

And the students are owlets too

I guess they don't just mind

Cause owls don't sleep at night.

N.T. Vihangi Akarsha,

Grade 7,

Sussex College,

Galle.

Rainy Day

I put on my coat,

And boots on my feet.

I put on my hat

And stroll down the street.

The rain falls down,

From the clouds above.

Splashing in puddles,

Is what I love!

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