The poplars bow forward and back;
They are like a fan waving very softly.
They tremble,
For they love the wind in their feathery branches.
They love to look down at the shallows,
At the mermaids
On the sandy shore;
They love to look into morning's face
Cool in the water.
Poplars
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: water, wind, shore, face, morning, cool, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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