Poppy

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Title:     Poppy
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

Oh big red poppy,
You look stern and sturdy,
Yet you bow to the wind
And sing a lullaby . . .
"Sleep, little ones under my breast
In the moonshine . . ."
You make this lullaby,
Sweet, short,
Slow, beautiful,
And you thank the dew for giving you a drink.

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Poppy

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