Poems about professions

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Professions.

Doctor.

We need a doctor
Don't be sick,
They have us healthy,
May they be safe.

Tailor.

They do it piece by piece,
Dress made of fabric,
Skilled in their work,
He loves flowers

Farmer.

My grandfather, a farmer, plows the land,
He finds gold under the ground,
Growing cotton, wheat,
It will make my people rich.

Chef.

Cauldron in front of the plate,
The food is very sweet.
Thank you cook aunties,
Thank you guys.

Kindergarten sister.

It's always up to us
She is my mother in kindergarten,
He feeds us
He always jumps and runs.

✍️: Islamova Mukambar

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