Love, Compassion and Faith

By Taha El-sergany

This book is a collection of poems and rhymes of different genres;
you are likely to fi nd children's rhymes, funny poems , family
rhymes and some national and religious poetry. Still, you can also
fi nd narrative and summarizing poetry and some miscellaneous
poems. I hope these words appeal to all people regardless of their
age or even class. I suppose these words c an be read for pleasure
or used inside classes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jul 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477140086

Taha El-sergany

Taha El-sergany is a teacher of English ,a father of three children who was born in a small town in the north of Egypt. Since his tender years, he has loved reading and punning on words. However, after the birth of his youngest daughter and later the Egyptian Revolution, he felt inclined to write and that was the beginning.

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PART ONE

Children’s Rhymes and Poems

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My numbers and alphabet

One, Two, three,

Sing with me.

Four, five,

Enjoy your life.

Six, seven, eight,

Let your heart beat.

Nine, ten,

Surely, you’ll win.

A, B, C,

Repeat after me.

D, E, F,

Don’t be stiff.

G, H, I,

Don’t cry.

J, K, L,

All’ll be well.

M, N, O,

Soon you shall grow.

P, Q, R,

You’ll be a star.

S, T, U,

Let’s start anew.

V, W, X,

Voices don’t mix.

Y, Z,

For every kid.

Now it’s ended.

The numbers were learned.

The letters were provided.

My numbers

Oh my son!

Allah is one.

You should know;

Your parents are two.

Look at our family tree;

Brothers and sisters are three.

Grandparents are four;

Now make sure.

Friends are five;

The fun of life.

Six is the age

To start primary stage.

Seven are days of the week;

Five days and the break.

Eight is the period of your sleep

Thus, your body you’ll keep.

Nine is the time to go to bed

In order to keep your body and head.

Ten is the number of your fingers

As small as lady’s fingers.

Repeat the numbers from one to ten;

Start school as brave as men.

Our school

Our school, the pride of all,

Big and small, short and tall.

All share one goal,

One heart and soul.

With a good staff

In work are tough,

We have what’s enough.

Manzala is where it lies,

Experiments it does and tries

To soar the language skies.

It’s science we only seek;

We seek no other fake,

That’s why we won’t be meek

To deserve what we take;

As the prophet’s sayings dictate.

Nursery School

The nursery school, enjoyable for all;

Children are small,

Mostly they aren’t tall.

They grow up day by day,

They learn as they play,

They learn what they may

Need along their way

As much as we can say.

They learn Arabic and arts;

Often they play