Marta had finished, her work

For the day,

Exhausted and thirsty,

She made her way.

At the farmhouse

Was singing,

And dancing,

And play,

She was eager

To know

Was it special today?

She asked Ama Kai

Why

Was this so?

Was this for all,

And could Marta go?

"Certainly not!"

"What do you think?"

"That the Baas,he will call you"

"Just now, for a drink?"

"They dance and they sing"

"For young Pieter's birthday"

"It is nothing to you"

"Now just get on your way!"

In the dead of the night

Marta lay, quite forlorn,

She wondered, and wondered,

Which day she'd been born???

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Owain Glyn