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Blue Grass Blue Grass

Blue Grass
Blue grass flowering in the field, You are my heart's content. It is not only through the day I see you, But in dreams at night When you trudge up the hill Along the forest, As I do! You are small to shine so, Nobody speaks of you much, Because of daisies and such summer blooms. When you wonder why I... Poems - Post by : joako - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2985

Humming-bird Humming-bird

Humming-bird
Why do you stand on the air And no sun shining? How can you hold yourself so still On raindrops sliding? They change and fall, they are not steady, But you do not know they are gone. Is there a silver wire I cannot see? Is the wind your perch? Raindrops slide down your little shoulders . . . They do... Poems - Post by : tim2003 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 1590

Fairies Fairies

Fairies
I cannot see fairies. I dream them. There is no fairy can hide from me; I keep on dreaming till I find him: There you are, Primrose! I see you, Black Wing!(The end)Hilda Conkling's poem: Fairies... Poems - Post by : TelZilla - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2959

Hills Hills

Hills
The hills are going somewhere; They have been on the way a long time. They are like camels in a line But they move more slowly. Sometimes at sunset they carry silks, But most of the time silver birch trees, Heavy rocks, heavy trees, gold leaves On heavy branches till they are aching . . . Birches like silver bars they can hardly lift With... Poems - Post by : pablo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 1020

Shiny Brook Shiny Brook

Shiny Brook
Oh, shiny brook, I watch you on your way to the sea, And see little faces peering up Out of the water . . . Water-fairies Strange smiles and questions. They are your pebbles sweet, Golden with foam of the sun, Blue with foam of the sky. I know their way of speaking, Of talking to each other:... Poems - Post by : charlie43 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 1214

Bird Of Paradise Bird Of Paradise

Bird Of Paradise
I was walking in a meadow of Paradise When I heard a singing Far away and sweet Like a Roman harp, Sweet and murmurous Like the wind, Far and soft Like the fir trees. It will not change a song If the bird has a golden crest; No feathers of blue and rose-red Could make a song.... Poems - Post by : Kadence - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 3398

The Brook And Its Children The Brook And Its Children

The Brook And Its Children
"O brook, running down your mossy way, I hear only your voice And the murmuring fir-trees; Where are your children? Where are the magic stones, your children?" The brook answered me sweetly, "I left them on the Alp, In steep fields. They were trying to hold me back, To keep me from this shady path of happiness; But I went onward... Poems - Post by : Mike_Calvert - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 1838

Snow-capped Mountain Snow-capped Mountain

Snow-capped Mountain
Snow-capped mountain, so white, so tall, The whole sea Must stand behind you! Snow-capped mountain, with the wind on your forehead, Do you hold the eagles' nests? Proud thing, You shine like a lily, Yet with a different whiteness; I should not dare to venture Up your slippery towers, For I am thinking you lean too far... Poems - Post by : jrleech - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 1351

I Went To Sea I Went To Sea

I Went To Sea
I WENT to sea in a glass-bottomed boat And found that the loveliest shells of all Are hidden below in valleys of sand. I saw coral and sponge and weed And bubbles like jewels dangling. I saw a creature with eyes of mist Go by slowly. Star-fish fingers held the water . . . Let it go again . . . I saw little fish,... Poems - Post by : kkcat - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 1993

Three Thoughts Of My Heart Three Thoughts Of My Heart

Three Thoughts Of My Heart
As I was straying by the forest brook I heard my heart speak to me: Listen; said my heart, I have three thoughts for you . . . a thought of clouds, A thought of birds, A thought of flowers. I sat upon a cushion of moss, Listening, Where the light played, and the green shadows: What would you do .... Poems - Post by : jvlady - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 3571

Moon Doves Moon Doves

Moon Doves
The moon has a dove-cote safe and small, Hid in the velvet sky: The doves are her companions sweet; She has no others. Moon doves on the wing are white As a valley of stars, When they fly, there is shining Like a golden river. I see so many whirling away and away, How can they get home again? The moon... Poems - Post by : Doreen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2743

The Field Of Wonder The Field Of Wonder

The Field Of Wonder
What could be more wonderful Than the place where I walk sometimes? Swaying like trees in rain . . . Swaying like trees in sunshine When breezes stir nothing but happiness . . . What could be more lovely? I walk in the Field of Wonder Where colors come to be; I stare at the sky . . . I feel myself lifting on the... Poems - Post by : wholesaleguy - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 3293

Three Loves Three Loves

Three Loves
Angel-love, Fairy-love, Wave-love, Which will you choose? Angel-love . . . golden-yellow and far white . . . Fairy-love . . . golden yellow and green . . . Wave-love . . . scarlet and azure blue . . . Which will you choose? I will keep them in a box Locked with a twisted key. I will give them to... Poems - Post by : seanb - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 783

The Apple-jelly-fish-tree The Apple-jelly-fish-tree

The Apple-jelly-fish-tree
Down in the depths of the sea Grew the Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree. It was named by a queer old robber And his mates three. I watched it for a second, I watched it for a day. It did not change color For its colors stay. It was as red, as yellow, as white, as blue As gold and stones with the light through!... Poems - Post by : realiconmedia - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2666

Mushroom Song Mushroom Song

Mushroom Song
Oh little mushrooms with brown faces underneath And bare white heads, You think of summer and you think of song . . . Why don't you think of me In my little white bed In the night? You think only of your singsong and your dances, Following your leader round and round, You think only of the grass And the green apples and leaves... Poems - Post by : cheri - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2060

The Lonesome Green Apple The Lonesome Green Apple

The Lonesome Green Apple
There was a little green apple That had lasted over winter. He had one leaf . . . In spite of that he was lonesome. He wondered what he could do When the blossoms were all around him, But one day he saw something! Petals were falling, faces were looking out, Shapes like his were coming in the buds; Then he said:... Poems - Post by : oldmanm2good2b - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2496

Pink Rose-petals Pink Rose-petals

Pink Rose-petals
Pink rose-petals Fluttering down in hosts, I know what you mean Sometimes, in Spring. It is love you mean. Love has a gray bird That flutters down; A dove that comes flying Saying the same thing. How happy it makes me to think of it, Rose-petals . . . the gray dove . . .(The end)Hilda Conkling's poem: Pink Rose-Petals... Poems - Post by : eMerchant - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2446

Summer-day Song Summer-day Song

Summer-day Song
Wild birds fly over me. I am not the blue curtain overhead, I am the one who lives under the sky. I swing to the tree-tops, I pick strawberries, I sing and play, And happiness makes me like a great god On the earth. It makes me think of great things A little girl like me Could not know of.(The end)Hilda... Poems - Post by : pneuma - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2065

Weather Weather

Weather
Weather is the answer When I can't go out into flowery places; Weather is my wonder About the kind of morning Hidden behind the hills of sky.(The end)Hilda Conkling's poem: Weather... Poems - Post by : Ingmo - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 2048

Only Morning-glory That Flowered Only Morning-glory That Flowered

Only Morning-glory That Flowered
Under the vine I saw one morning-glory A tight unfolding bud Half out. He looked hard down into my lettuce-bed. He was thinking hard. He said I want a friend! I was standing there: I said, Well, I am here! Don't you see me? But he thought and thought. The next day I found him happy, Quite out,... Poems - Post by : Donna_Maher - Date : September 2011 - Author : Hilda Conkling - Read : 590