Editor’s Note: In those troubled days, her love of nature and freedom is well illustrated by the following short poem, where she identifies with a little innocent bird and wishes to escape the terrible predicament which awaits her:
A little bird Perches on a branch. A beautiful, golden-feathered Little bird.
Her eyelids Are closed in sleep. She may have beautiful dreams, Perhaps.
How wonderful to be A little bird, To wake up And fly away.