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Go for Milk!

A poem by Mediana Stan, illustrated by Szitai György-Ferenc, translated by Rafael Manory


There is no milk, cry my kids
Moving around, lifting the lids. 
Hurry-up, grab the wood pail,
To Răstolița go on the trail!

And when Gălăoaia we passed
Through the woods, at last, 
We picked a mushroom big and round
A bit broken, but well browned.

In a village, with apples red
Our rubber boots we fed.

Uncle Andrew shaves off his beard,
With an axe chops logs at the rear, 
Chops and chops till he gets tired
We are sitting in the hut by the fire.

He pours wine through funnel, indeed, 
And proposes a bargain, take heed:
A wild hog
On a huge log.

Thinking deeply, I come out of the shack.
Oh, no! The wild boar launches an attack!