Bluebird

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

Oh bluebird with light red breast,
And your blue back like a feathered sky,
You have to go down south
Before biting winter comes
And my flower-beds are covered with fluff out of the clouds.
Before you go,
Sing me one more song
Of tree-tops down south,
Of darkies singing their babies to sleep,
Of sand and glittering stones
Where rivers pass;
Then . . . good-by!

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Bluebird

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