Summer-Day Song

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Title:     Summer-Day Song
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

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 Conkling's poem: Summer-Day Song

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