Wild birds fly over me.
I am not the blue curtain overhead,
I am the one who lives under the sky.
I swing to the tree-tops,
I pick strawberries,
I sing and play,
And happiness makes me like a great god
On the earth.
It makes me think of great things
A little girl like me
Could not know of.
Summer-day Song
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: girl, god, happiness, sky, tree, wild, blue, earth, play, great, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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