Beware the Odes of March, I pen!
Hark not unto their spell
The words with which they're writ, by then,
Have been through Winter's Hell.

No, read them not! though they will plead!
But pay them no attention!
You will be sorry, if you heed,
(And much too cold to mention!)

A Poem in March is frozen rhyme
Oh, harken to my lay =
Its thoughts are nil - not thawed until
At least the First of May!





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poems and stories by our other authors.

The Wind


Night Fishing

Burnt Out Match

Seasons Change

Winter Friends




The Purple Dark Of Night

The Mad March Hare

The Barehanded Fishergirl

Empty Basket

Footsteps On My Roof

Fond Memories

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