Next page is done:
This is not really a poem, just some lines from a folk song that we sing with the choir - it is so beautiful, and so sad.
The patterns come from different Hungarian folk art books, the black ones are motifs from mourning kerchiefs.
The text says something like this:
"In the green forest, on the grean medow, there is a bird walking, oh, how beautifully! Calling me, and I am coming with him. There is no one to keep me here."
Before that I never thought about it, but now, as I was stitching, I realized that the bird in the song is probably the symbol of death - this is a song about someone who lost his/her love...
Now, I will have to try and put it all together.
I have promised two really good friends of mine

that the next one is going to be something much more cheerful, so I promptly ordered a spring chart from Sew and so.

- now looking for a lovely spring poem or song to stitch with it.