Friday, January 4, 2013

I Shall Come Back

photo of Rockaway Beach Oregon by Nancy Zavada

I shall be coming back to you 
From seas, rivers, sunny meadows, glens that hold secrets: 
I shall come back with my hands full 
Of light and flowers…
I shall bring back things I have picked up, 
Traveling this road or the other, 
Things found by the sea or in the pinewood. 
There will be a pine-cone in my pocket, 
Grains of pink sand between my fingers.
I shall tell you of a golden pheasant’s feather. 
Will you know me? 

--Hilda Conkling (age 10), 1922


  1. Wow. I'm tempted to say 'they don't educate them like that anymore', but I'm sure there are some incredible young poets out there. Thank you for sharing this Nancy.