From God's Own Hand In comes March with breezes blowing
Like a lion, loud and mean
It brings to us St. Patrick's Day
The wearin' o' the green. Kites soar high above our heads
Reaching upward toward the clouds
Winter slowly fades away
As Earth takes off her shroud. Soon after that, is Spring official
March will then be out of sight
Making room for April showers
That will bring May blooms so bright. Out of sight March tiptoes softly
Like a gentle little lamb
Taking time to smell the flowers
Sent to Earth from God's own hand. Sharon Bradford
Shary & Susan
Thank you for coming by to read Shary's poems.
I will add more seasonal and holiday poems occasionally.
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