Stuck In March
I am stuck in the middle of March,
where trees are skeletons against the sky,
and the dirty snow just won't go away.
Yet birds sing,
oh sweet, sweet Spring bring rain falling,
can you not hear me calling . . .
Would love red roses on my garden arch,
I am ready March to say goodbye,
wishing for sunshine not clouds of grey.
Kiss of Spring,
stop your dilly-dally, la di la crawling,
I dream of grass sprawling . . .
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March 27, 2017
Rhyme/Stuck In March
Copyright Protected, ID 887844
March Middleness
Dave Will
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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