A March Poem
by Carol Goodrow
"We're WET with snow.
"We're sprinkled with rain.
The lion and the lamb may
Never run together.
Dad blames it on their nature.
Mom says it's just the weather.
For when the month of March comes out,
We hear the little children shout.
We're STUCK with sleet.
The wind is WHIPPING at our feet.
We cannot RUN too fast today.
The LION must be in our way."
The lion and the lamb may
Never run together.
Dad blames it on their nature.
Mom says it's just the weather.
But when we near the season of spring,
We hear the little children sing.
We're warm with sun.
A gentle breeze has just begun.
We jump and sprint and run and play.
The twin lambs might be born today."
