The Rolling In Of The Wave

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Title:     The Rolling In Of The Wave
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

It was night when the sky was dark blue
And the water came in with a wavy look
Like a spider's web.
The point of the slope came down to the water's edge;
It was green with a fairy ring of forget-me-not and fern.
The white foam licked the side of the slope
As it came up and bent backward;
It curled up like a beautiful cinder-tree
Bending in the wind.

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Rolling In Of The Wave

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