Hilda Conkling

((1910–1986) / New York)

Chicadee - Poem by Hilda Conkling

The chickadee in the appletree
talks all the time very gently.
He makes me sleepy.
I rock away to the sea-lights.
far off I hear him talking
the way smooth bright pebbles
drop into water . . .
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee . . .

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016

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