Hilda Conkling

((1910–1986) / New York)

Dandelion - Poem by Hilda Conkling

Little soldier with the golden helmet,
What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
And your yellow beard,
Why do you stand so stiff?
There is only the grass to fight!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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