Hilda Conkling

((1910–1986) / New York)

Easter - Poem by Hilda Conkling

On Easter morn
Up the faint cloudy sky
I hear the Easter bell,
Ding dong . . . ding dong . . .
Easter morning scatters lilies
On every doorstep;
Easter morning says a glad thing
Over and over.
Poor people, beggars, old women
Are hearing the Easter bell . . .
Ding dong . . . ding dong . . .


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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