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!
Clouds
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: mother, song, blue, hear, soft, Valentine's Day, sea, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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