Sitting Next To the Suns
Several moons ago, a wealthy man
From our village, known all over the villages
Flew to our school, which was only a bare land
We wrote with sticks on the ground
Watching the birds that always flew close
Playing with the ants that always enjoyed our warmth
Picking on the worms that always hid in our papers, the soil
He came and gave us a long speech
All about a new school
Made of brick and metal
We were so excited, our parents were filled with happiness
The construction began, it was a community effort
The soil was moved, the bricks were laid and up it grew
The opening ceremony was a ribbon of memories
The village breathed new air of prosperity
The dreams and hopes multiplied
New teachers were employed
Sponsors arrived to support this foundation
Waking up in the early dawn to tend the cattle, sometimes going to school in empty stomachs
Walking to school for miles some of us without shoes became a fun adventure
We knew we had chairs to sit on, tables to write on and pens to tell our stories
Our class was the first to graduate
And today i write this story
To appreciate my studies
Not with a stick but with a pen
For i now sit with the suns
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