Anna Kashtanova (Age 10)

Swallow

The swallow flew,
Silently a song sang:
About her favourite May,
About the far edge.


The Mom - Winter

Snowflakes are falling,
They fly slowly
To the earth,
And they lie down on her
Gently,a snow-white carpet.
My city is white:
White trees,
White houses,
On the windows of houses are
The fine fantastic traceries.
How you are beautiful,
The mom - Winter!
Joyful children play
With snow balls
And they skate
And move on skis and sleds
From a ice hill,
And then, happy,
They go home!