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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN, by HILDA CONKLING Poet's Biography
First Line: I was bare as a leaf
Last Line: "who runs past your feet in the sand!"
First Line: I was bare as a leaf
Last Line: "who runs past your feet in the sand!"
I WAS bare as a leaf
And I felt the wind on my shoulder.
The trees laughed
When I picked up the sun in my fingers.
The wind was chasing the waves,
Tangling their white curls.
"Willow trees," I said,
"O willows,
Look at your lake!
Stop laughing at a little girl
Who runs past your feet in the sand!"
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