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
