This is a piece I created for a fascinating project. We were given stanzas from poetry written by Hilda Conkling who wrote poetry from the age of 5 years! My poem was called "Clouds":
The clouds were gray all day.
At last they departed
And the blue diamonds shone again.
I watched clouds float past and flow back
Like waves across the sea,
Waves that are foamy and soft,
When they hear clouds calling
Mother Sea, send us up your song
Of hushaby!
3 comments:
I love it Heather, the poem is wonderful too.
So much creative thought, you put into this!
Wow is all I can say .
Heather this is gorgeous!
Debby
Wow! I like it.
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