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 . . .
Comments about Chicadee by Hilda Conkling
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You