MARCH
March comes riding in
on a gusty breeze,
leaving behind frosty mornings
and winters chilling freeze;
Dancing in warmer sunshine
announcing Spring is on the way
playing games with Mr. Snowman
as he slowly melts away;
Calling on Miss Robin
to sing a happy song
March is here, March is here,
old man winter is gone;
Celebrating Springs birthday
March waves her magic wand
over sleeping crocuses
waking them in early dawn.
Ruby Mitchell © 2011
God does not comfort us to make us comfortable,
but to make us comforters.
John Henry Jones
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