Oh big red poppy,
You look stern and sturdy,
Yet you bow to the wind
And sing a lullaby . . .
“Sleep, little ones under my breast
In the moonshine . . .”
You make this lullaby,
Sweet, short,
Slow, beautiful,
And you thank the dew for giving you a drink.
Poppy
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: beautiful, red, sleep, wind, sweet, drink, short, slow, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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