The End of March
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We have a lot of Poplar trees lining the streets in our town and when we have strong winds it breaks the limbs and they come crashing down across roadways, sidewalks and even cars left parked along the side of the streets.
March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb;
At least that's what they say.
Here in Alberta it's blowing a storm.
Mother Nature's having a Hey Day.
March came in rather quietly,
Here in The Great Northwest.
We've had some winter weather, true,
But she's been all in all a good guest.
Today is March the twenty-ninth,
And the wind is a howling banshee.
It whooshes past the windows,
Blowing limbs off trees.
The wind is a roaring tiger today,
No peaceful little lamb.
I pull my robe4 about me,
My ain't Nature grand.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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