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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITTLE PAPOOSE, by HILDA CONKLING Poet's Biography
First Line: Little papoose / swung high in the branches
Last Line: Like a storm.
First Line: Little papoose / swung high in the branches
Last Line: Like a storm.
LITTLE papoose
Swung high in the branches
Hears a song of birds, stars, clouds,
Small nests of birds,
Small buds of flowers.
But he is thinking of his mother with dark hair
Like her horse's mane.
Fair clouds nod to him
Where he swings in the tree,
But he is thinking of his father
Dark and glistening and wonderful,
Of his father with a voice like ice and velvet,
And tones of falling water,
Of his father who shouts
Like a storm.
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