Baba Marta by Ann Wood
Baba Marta is gone all winter,weaved two rugs.
With the first of the blue rolls
the sky has covered.
The second rug layered
with corn and crocuses.
So she threw it on the ground
for a walk of the children.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-01 at 18:36
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