Third Grade

March Winds Blow
(A poem by Mrs. Murphy)

Marching in so quickly
Like a quiet lamb
Or perhaps
A ferocious lion

Either way
Seconds tick
Minutes tock,
Hours, days, and weeks
Evaporate

Sleeping winter wakes
And spring is born again
But beware,
March winds blow

St. Patrick's Day
Marches by
Parades play
Leprechauns laugh
All toast
To Spring

Optimism soars
As nature rejuvenates itself
But beware

March winds blow!