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March

by Virna Sheard

The Ballad of the Quest

Windy March weather, with a lone crow flying,
A little ebony airship careening down the blue,
And high, high above him a wild goose crying,
The leading cry, the clarion cry, that guides his grey lines through!
Windy March weather, with the pine trees singing,
Silver-red the brambles show and silver-green the birch,
And silver-grey a squirrel on a top branch swinging,—
A friendly elf who nods to me from his far perilous perch.
Windy March weather, with the tawny brook that hurries
Eager for the outward rush of rivers to the sea;
A tiny brook sun-dappled, that frets and sings and worries,
A rough adventurous little brook that calls and calls to me!
Windy March weather, and the old spring madness
Tempting us to take the trail that wanders free and far,—
Whispering of magic roads that wind to lands of gladness,
Where vanished joys and lost delights and garnered treasures are!

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March 18, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Daffodils, that … take the winds of March with beauty

A Time to KeepA Time to Keep

“Daffodils,/That come before the swallow dares, and take/The winds of March with beauty…

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March 4, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day

A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child

Over the River and Through the Wood
A Thanksgiving song by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood–
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
To have first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
“Ting-a-ling-ding!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow–
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood–
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!

November 28, 2013 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

Five Winds

This little wind blows rain
This little wind drifts snow
This little wind whistles a tune
This little wind whispers low
And this little wind rocks baby birds together
Rock back and forth
To and fro

February 5, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Blow, Wind, Blow!

Blow, wind, blow!
And go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn,
That the baker may take it,
And into bread make it,
And bring us a loaf in the morn.

Properties of Water, Water Cycle and Weather Poems!

May 14, 2010 at 3:53 pm Leave a comment

Windy Tree

by Aileen Fisher

Think of the muscles
a tall tree grows
in its leg, in its foot,
in its wide-spread toes –
not to tip over
and fall on its nose
when a wild wind hustles
and tussels and blows.—

Tree Poems

May 14, 2010 at 2:26 pm Leave a comment

When the Wind is in the East

When the wind is in the east,
‘Tis neither good for man nor beast;

When the wind is in the north,
The skillful fisher goes not forth;

When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes’ mouth;

When the wind is in the west,
Then ’tis at the very best.

Nursery Rhyme lyrics, origins and history

March 25, 2010 at 1:37 pm Leave a comment

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