Poems By a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling
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page 35 of 79 (44%)
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THUNDER SHOWER
The dark cloud raged. Gone was the morning light. The big drops darted down: The storm stood tall on the rose-trees: And the bees that were getting honey Out of wet roses, The hiding bees would not come out of the flowers Into the rain. RED CROSS SONG When I heard the bees humming in the hive, They were so busy about their honey, I said to my mother, What can I give, What can I give to help the Red Cross? And Mother said to me: You can give honey too! Honey of smiles! Honey of love! PURPLE ASTERS It isn't alone the asters In my garden, It is the butterflies gleaming Like crowns of kings and queens! It isn't alone purple |
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