Geography (Hilda Conkling Poems)
I can tell balsam treesBy their grayish bluish silverish look of smoke.Pine trees fringe out.Hemlocks look like Christmas.The spruce tree ...
Hilda Conkling Poems on Countries (4 Poems)
Evening (Hilda Conkling Poems)
Now it is dusky,And the hermit thrush and the black and white warblerare singing and answering together.There is sweetness in ...
Land of Nod (Hilda Conkling Poems)
I wander mountain to mountain,From sea to sea,I wander into a countryWhere everyone is asleep.There in the Land of NodI ...
Little Snail (Hilda Conkling Poems)
I saw a little snailCome down the garden walk.He wagged his head this way . . . that way . ...