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By Lake Champlain
Hilda Conkling
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!”
