March Madness


Good Morning, Mr. March
I see you are a lamb today;
Soft, gentle, mild
White clouds hanging,
Snapping breezes,
Shaking, stirring.
I shall play with you today.

While we laugh
I’ll wonder if
Perhaps, tomorrow
You shall be the Lion;
Fierce, roaring stern,
Flinging sleet
Between the snowing,
Grey, low and mean
Stalking to devour the green
That just today is showing.

Good morning Mr. March.
Shall I play with you today?

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