sand under your feet,
The road bends in the mountains.
What I bring so cute
In their hands?

To my heart
And in my arms
Sleeping, blood dzerdamas,
My agony.

whistles winds torn mākoņburās,
Quietly crying autumn rain.
On my desk vases
Beloved flowers wilt.

Another solar garden sweet smell of summer
From The fog lifts. . .
Soon my heart white dreams
Eternal snows class.

markets

Well the noise Rimi, dead is a big market
Zviedz, away aizrikšodams, the last horse
Standing in the stockyards and the cage residues
The card has an apple in the air stump.
How kuls is trampled down all around the field,
Do hereafter no other year grass thrive
Where ants as people came and went,
Compressive, sported and drove, rode?
Here desinieks and colon Bulk Baba
With a handful of their money Poke grabs
This fat Kupcis dragged a good role
And tukšodami filled bag for yourself.
Here Gypsy noise house, who rides alternation,
Here the Jew to \"buy clothes\" was.
Here traded - and seemed to be immaterial -
The long effects foolish scribe,
As long as a fortune teller, torque street organ,
The performance told where happiness shores.
Here, too, a beggar asking for his head bending
And girls having fun with the guys slammed
And strolled dipped Mountain pine -
Everything went the old, old old track.
This market hot sand dust
I can do all day long late.
Addition criss-purpose ride across the wound,
The skirt folds I defiled,
The sausage I was not present in the cage,
Because I have such a strong o\'clock elbow,
That it is often through the crowd to be able to shoulder -
I did not want there to snoop inside.
Where klajāks had there quietly walked
And some rare friends I met.
One other saprazdamies hand juicer,
The heat and the new time, a judgment.
But, now resorted deeper words
And heart to heart freely open account when
Then, once a surge of people power
And negotiations, we sort of pulled parties.
Then marching with an empty smile on his face
On the bottom of the hill and down the hill
And I saw some of the sides of the line k torch
How big Jeske small Jeske cheated,
And I felt that I took from the back,
What Pirmin even drank from my cup,
And finally, I find this despicable Bourget nick -
But still did not like to go away.
Well the noise Rimi. Blush west
already says: Good night day will bring.
By pine pakrēsli go home
And walking quietly about yourself laughing.
As of this date all did!
And now? As for what I had come?
Do me a teiten supposed to?
All skrietin is without me and ran it.

The basement window

Where the bleak light of day in a chair NID,
along the walls of moisture shall distil upon land slides,
There\'s a young man on the bed vārgst and languish,
It dvēs\'les grieve long and thirsty tvīkst,
Tālēm of it as a patchwork of life in Switzerland,
And it suffers, the song she says.

I know now everywhere roses bloom,
After the honey bees in flower spotted Lied,
The meadows pink wall grābj daughter,
From the owner down a high pile on the rise
After the wall was busy catching guys lap,
Berries and small jade grass ver.
To the boys in the bushes after cattle runs,
What a cool stamp does iztvīkuši Brien.
As a home guard on the threshold of my grandfather sitting
And looks to the sky: cloud or DED
or does it, then slid it grows and Kus,
And or on another day of rain will be?

Old mother in the garden līkājas,
Another sīpoldobes Nava weed,
And cabbage in need rušināt
And sometimes small cradle move.
Since each of his works may work,
While the sun is behind the spruce forest drown.
Then, coming home, a subsidiary of fun to sing
And position in the garden, where roses bloom
And the guys joked at zediņiem,
And daughters of white flowers cast upon them,
Consequently, the grandfather of the new people\'s pleasures is confusing
And all of music is called dinner.
Then dusk descends silk wings
AUSEKLITIS over the hill and turns,
And the wise men of soft hands turns sleeping -
One guy on his chest rose snow. . .

The birch stump.

Autumn storm broke the old tree. Father
sazāģēja firewood. In spring, when trees
flourished in the page, the place was standing naked in the strain.
One afternoon my father worked in the garden. Also
Uldis ran to a small strain.
Uldis-look how many ants there! -
she cried.
Uldis went to watch.
-How do you see - was the father.
-Daddy, - Uldis asked again, - but why
roots gives the strain juice? Did not her
unaware that Birch is no longer?
-What other root to do this? - His father said.
-Long live, long work.

ants.

Leak, leak, leak, leak,
What keeps it flowing?
Ants flowing,
Or those that burn?

Siksika pot
Needles and sticks
From the side edges
They pulled the beer.

Oh, your steidzību!
Oh, your veicību!
Is it I, I,
When do the work?

festive feast.

One day, woke up the bees. Sleepy,
trīsēdamas easy, they circled over the meadow and
complained:
-Too early, too early. . . Nowhere do not see the non-
single flowers.
Suddenly she heard a quiet, barely-saklau
Sámi calls and saw the flowers.
Bees slowly circled around the flowers, then descended
to them. Started in the spring banquet.

meadows beyond the river
Full silk thread:
Zirneklītis sags weaving
Flies, nurses.

What\'s that shining out there visit
Him forest stand in the corner?
Worm spinning silk thread
Gold carts.

Bees, your pretty daughter
Rudajām eyepieces:
Eyes shining pure gold
Through the oak leaves.

Native Land.

Oh, how glorious is the rich and the Latvian nature!
Look, a space all around! You see
sea ​​and the forests, marshes and fields, rivers and
lakes, springs and streams. You see the island,
peninsula, hills, and piekalnītes nokal-
Nites, you see boulders and snail-
covers. You hear the birds in the garden and the woods, you
hearing deer taurējam and cuckoo Kukojs.
Rich and colorful in all of our land
seasons. Namely, only to see it! Learn this
skasitumu and wealth to make their
words, the colors on paper, by melody.
And protect your land, do not do it over! Native
the earth is your home.

more harmful to me to live
In his father\'s zemites?
All around the bird-cherry blossoms,
Ritināja sun in the middle.

Beautiful land of my fathers
For all zemītēm:
Range, green forests,
Blue (i) the sea\'s babbling.

Hill of roses in bloom,
Lejins river flows:
Pušķoties dune hill,
Lejins wash.

Do not do to another what is not like himself.

Sewn by Sudama, throws the node.

What you do, make good.

Better to just say the truth, not to talk
long lies.

What your friend, the one you own.

What I do when left alone.

What I do when left alone?
Exploring the ceiling and walls, the spider,
sum of all holidays and listening to
flue wind howl quietly. . .
What I do when left alone?
Way out in the garden and played a bit, after
it played a beetle and Mikimausu. . .
Would spare pants and climbed a tree,
and in full voice as the lark sings. . .
Yes, but what do you think when you stay single?

mouse and frog.

The mouse went to the frog village.
Led the frog in the water with them. The mouse and the gray-
dance, but not being a good and agile gray-
EESC President, began to sink in the water and drown. With large
efforts, it reached the shore and shouted: \"I
never again will not go to strangers in the village. Village
is both a good life, but in the house even better. \"

mother took care of me.
How lindens garden,
I grew to lean, beautiful
As the rosette of the circle.

Thrice Lyme belt beer
Around my augumiņu:
Stand a great pool, deck esteem,
Wearing a blue wreath.

Lulliņa, Una, Tita and Minka.

Go catch a mouse, Minka! Jump scarves, Tita!
By this evening, eight beat!
Edis to quickly and ran out:
That Una, who bites the bark in the dark either!
I along with Lulliņu čuču bed;
Another dear mother a kiss,
Then it is that smoke coming giddy Sleep.
Sapnītī and white flies, white sniedziņš.
On snow Brien Una, Minka and Tita,
Live like a king Lull is spent.