Blue Grass

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Title:     Blue Grass
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

Blue grass flowering in the field,
You are my heart's content.
It is not only through the day I see you,
But in dreams at night
When you trudge up the hill
Along the forest,
As I do!
You are small to shine so,
Nobody speaks of you much,
Because of daisies and such summer blooms.
When you wonder why I like you
It makes me wonder too!
Maybe I remember when you grew high
Like a tree above my head,
Because I was a fairy.

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Blue Grass

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