Poems By a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling
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page 62 of 79 (78%)
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I sat under a delicate palm tree
On a shore of sounding waves. I felt sure I was alone, Listening. A sea-gull flew by from France, A sea-gull flew by from Spain, A sea-gull flew by from Mexico! I laughed softly When they saw me: It was those travelers From foreign countries Changed my thoughts To laughter! TREASURE Robbers carry a treasure Into a field of wheat. With a great bag of silk They go on careful feet. They dig a hole, deep, deep, They bury it under a stone, Cover it up with turf, Leave it alone. What is there in the bag? Stones that shine, gold? _I_ cannot rob the robbers! THEY have not told. To-night I'd like to know If they will go |
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