The whole poem…
March comes in on clumsy feet.
Kicks the trashcans down the street.
Spills some garbage on the lawn.
Blows the rest to Hellandgone.
Knocks the branches off the trees.
Gives the power lines a squeeze.
Then March leaves & as it goes
the sun comes out. Then it snows.
The whole poem…
March comes in on clumsy feet.
Kicks the trashcans down the street.
Spills some garbage on the lawn.
Blows the rest to Hellandgone.
Knocks the branches off the trees.
Gives the power lines a squeeze.
Then March leaves & as it goes
the sun comes out. Then it snows.