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Al Sibil School
Near north of Oman rise mountains so high,
Sharp is the horizon they make with the sky,
And deep down a valley of this silent land,
Nestles old Sibil, full of pebbles and sand.
Blessed is its falaj with water so clear,
From the foot of a hill it flows so dear,
To cheer all life, of man, beast and palm,
So is the smile, to run his own little farm.
Little girls, naughty boys and teachers nine,
Eager hearts, open minds and all work's fine,
A school of palm leaves, looks poor though,
But good learning flows, so what is more ?
R.M.H.Jayman.
Nov. 1984
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My Home Garden
Under the shade of a neem tree,
I wish to lay down when I'm free,
And in a while, so much to see,
Of nature's charms, full of glee !
It's my home garden, small may be,
Tis a little world, all tended by me.
It's within fences, so no lake or lea,
But for minds to reflect, holds a key !
The appearance of a Monarch butterfly,
It's silent descent from the blue sky,
Fluttering dainty wings, without a cry,
Timing every flower for another try .
Then buzzes a bee, I can hear,
To whom every floret is so dear,
It visits them all, far and near,
Drawing up nectar, with no fear.
The tweets and chirps of a pair,
Little honey-suckers hover in air,
To harvest tree blossoms up there,
And skip the lower ones, to be fair !
For anything edible, looking around,
Tiny black ants, scavenge the ground.
They're busy machines yet no sound,
Lessons of success, in them are found !
Spiders and beetles, such creatures and more,
Do play their big roles, but not in the fore,
Inside this garden, that all things may grow,
Are signs of God's grace, to Him all adore !
Raden Jayman.
12th. Oct.2000
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This is Sibil school today
A New Day
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When the silent night creeps into morn,
All eyes open for another day's born.
But wild creatures to hide have gone,
As farmers march to reap their corn.
With shrilly chirps they open up wings,
To leave their nests with naked lings,
Who wait for berries the mother brings,
Until it's fledged and time it springs.
When dewdrops begin losing their hold,
And the petalled buds open their fold,
You hear the bees buzzing as for gold,
Rushing for nectar, that's never sold.
It was a starry night and the Milky way,
But it's a blue sky for a sunny day.
The mighty ocean and the little bay,
Are nature's bounty forever shall stay.
- raden
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