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Hilda Conkling

The Green Palm Tree

I sat under a delicate palm tree

On a shore of sounding waves.

I felt sure I was alone,

Listening.

A sea-gull flew by from France,

A sea-gull flew by from Spain,

A sea-gull flew by from Mexico!

I laughed softly

When they saw me:

It was those travelers

From foreign countries

Changed my thoughts

To laughter!