Oh bluebird with light red breast,
And your blue back like a feathered sky,
You have to go down south
Before biting winter comes
And my flower-beds are covered with fluff out of the clouds.
Before you go,
Sing me one more song
Of tree-tops down south,
Of darkies singing their babies to sleep,
Of sand and glittering stones
Where rivers pass;
Then . . . good-by!
Bluebird
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: flower, light, red, sky, sleep, song, tree, winter, blue, good, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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