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Several folks have joined the parade! Thanks to Diane...
Birthday Girl
At one of my first jobs
I met a girl whose birthday
was March 4. She proudly
told me, "My birthday
is the only one that is
a command!" I'll always
remember her birthday--her
name? That's another story.
--Diane Mayr
And to Donna...
Ma Nature’s spring -
Arch of birch,
"Rah!” and “Ah!” - cheers and whispered sighs for the
Charm of a sweet, soft, “No
Harm” breeze.
--Donna Smith
Thanks to Joy...
In March daffodils
bloom and bow upon the hill
faces in the wind
--Joy Acey
and to Carol...
March,
why do you roar in the wake of white?
Choose crystal flakes with a snappy bite?
Linger in snow of inches deep?
Don't let yellow daffodils peep?
March,
why did you march in today
with heavy snow marking your way?
Let Mother Nature take a bite
and chilling temperatures escort daylight?
Long Island,
I came today to fool the crowd
and stir the pot with a voice real loud.
I chose to enter in a crown of white,
not thinking it would bring a fright.
Ask me to stay for just awhile.
I promise I'll exit with a smile.
--Carol Varsalona 2015
Thanks to Mary Lee...
MARCH
March swoops in low
on the wings of a crow
caw caw cawing
at a hawk.
March flashes red --
cardinal's head
in a bold show
contrasting the snow.
March sings, when
at the feeder, wren
points joy to the sky,
lets notes fly.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
and to Charles! Follow his link and all the others to see where these poems are coming from...
SNOWBANK HILL
As I’m marching down
Snowbank Hill
Crunching on filigrees
I looked upon the
watermill,
Frozen by winters
chill
Shivering next to
stripped down trees.
I know it won’t be
long until
Temperatures warm up,
yes they will –
For now, I dream of summer’s
breeze.
(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.
Birthday Girl
ReplyDeleteAt one of my first jobs
I met a girl whose birthday
was March 4. She proudly
told me, "My birthday
is the only one that is
a command!" I'll always
remember her birthday--her
name? That's another story.
A true story! It fits with your marching poem, Heidi. Let's all march forth together into the land of verse!
Here it is - an acrostic with first word FROM the word MARCH too.
ReplyDeleteMa Nature’s spring -
Arch of birch,
"Rah!” and “Ah!” - cheers and whispered sighs for the
Charm of a sweet, soft, “No
Harm” breeze.
mainelywrite.blogspot.com/2015/03/marching-forward.html
I knew a girl in college named June March. Her parents let her pick her middle name. She chose April.
ReplyDelete(At least I think that's how the story goes.) Is a picture book developing here, Diane?
Donna, that's a roaring start! Arch, birch, cheers, harm...and CHarm, the opposite of March! I like the cheers and whispered sighs. (P.S. No kidding--I have a little one in my class this year called Charm.)
Thanks for playing!
In March daffodils
ReplyDeletebloom and bow upon the hill
faces in the wind
A haiku to start your challenge.ERONGO
Heidi, I am ready to link up my MarCH poem with your MarCH Ch-Ch-Challenge, as Diane calls it so let my offering join your parade.
ReplyDeletehttp://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2015/03/in-like-lion-slice-of-life-challenge.html
Love the offerings so far for the MarCH challenge. Thank you for offering this one to all of us.
ReplyDeleteI'm putting the text of Carol's March poem here--it needs to be seen!
ReplyDeleteMarch,
why do you roar in the wake of white?
Choose crystal flakes with a snappy bite?
Linger in snow of inches deep?
Don't let yellow daffodils peep?
March,
why did you march in today
with heavy snow marking your way?
Let Mother Nature take a bite
and chilling temperatures escort daylight?
Long Island,
I came today to fool the crowd
and stir the pot with a voice real loud.
I chose to enter in a crown of white,
not thinking it would bring a fright.
Ask me to stay for just awhile.
I promise I'll exit with a smile.
Carol Varsalona 2015
all rights reserved
Mine is here
ReplyDeletehttp://www.maryleehahn.com/2015/03/march.html
And here:
MARCH
March swoops in low
on the wings of a crow
caw caw cawing
at a hawk.
March flashes red --
cardinal's head
in a bold show
contrasting the snow.
March sings, when
at the feeder, wren
points joy to the sky,
lets notes fly.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015