March
By Ernestine Cobern Beyer
"Ho!" roared March, and his lusty cry
Made all the leaves and papers fly.
The clotheslines leapt at his jovial glance,
And the flannels jigged in a scarecrow dance!
"Hi!" laughed March, and he winked an eye
At a slim young thing who was coming by,
But April fled in her flowery clothes
And slammed spring's door on his bold red nose!
With thanks, again, to Barbara Beyer Malley,
for permission to post her mother's wonderful
work.
