MARCH

March

The winds of March blow hard and free

Equalizing the pressure for you and for me

Daffodils massed in green and gold

A picture of beauty for all to behold

Blustery gusts blow low and high

Freshen the earth and clear the sky

Proclaiming that Spring is on it's way

The seasonal March moves on each day

In the grass the 'mad' March-Hare lies

Ears laid back and bulging eyes

He waits his cue to join in the frey

Box the Unwanted and chase them away

Miracles can be be seen all around

We only have to look and they're found

God's love for us is shown everywhere

Father, thank you, for your love and your care

Stan Davenport.

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