March leads the way to springtime,
And can't make up her mind
To follow gentle paths
And leave the snow behind.
One day she's tame and mild
And beckons birds on wing,
Coaxing green buds forth
Acting much like spring.
Next day she's fierce and wildWith blustery winds that blow,
Tossing star like flakes
of winter's crystal snow.
Her playful tricks are typical,
And we have learned to smile
When march starts cutting capers
In her naughty style.
The children love her mischiefAnd sail their kites with glee,
As March winds romp and play
O'er the land and sea.
~LaVerne P. Larson
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