Poetry Books by Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling Books, Hilda Conkling poetry book Poems by a Little Girl. with a Pref. by Amy Lowell and a Portrait by James Chapin Authors: Hilda Conkling
Publisher: Franklin Classics Trade Press
Published Date: 2018-11-09
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Hilda Conkling Books, Hilda Conkling poetry book Ten Little Ducks Authors: Hilda Conkling, Shortland, Jeff Evans
Published Date: 2001-01-01
Categories: Children's stories, New Zealand
Suggested level: junior.

Hilda Conkling Books, Hilda Conkling poetry book Shoes of the Wind Authors: Hilda Conkling
Published Date: 1922
Categories: Children's literature, American
This collection of poetry by American poet Hilda Conkling is one of three collections published during her lifetime. Conkling composed all of her poetry verbally (her mother actually wrote down the poems) when she was between the ages of four and ten.

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