Poem by Golden Times Nursery and Primary School

GOLDEN TIMES NURSERY AND PRIMARY SCHOOL POEM

In the silence of the break of the day,
empty plates lie in dismay. children cry with no word to say.
as hunger slowly steal their play. no grains of rice, no bed to lay. hope fades like the light of
many mothers kneel down low to pray. wishing just for one good tray. telling tales of lost
buffet stomach echo in a painful ballet in a land where crops no longer stay.
In cities where cars go fast,
we found a way to make food last. We took some seed and made a bed with soil, water and
tools we spread. we planted greens like beans and peas, tomatoes climbing near the trees.
on rooftops high and streets below, we made small gardens and started to grow.
Look at that that pupil! i mean, that sad one always left at home.
never given a plate.
denied a chance like we. and the stomach left without something to eat.
in future see no. seem very hopeless is this really fair? it’s our duty!
with every leaf and root we grow.
we help more hungry people know that even in a place not so wide.
good food can grow right by your side.
so plant a seed and take good care and so you will get some food to share.
a little garden fresh and small can help bring food and hope to all!