another ode to March winds
Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:01 am
March Wind
by Margaret Hillert
The wind is blowing softly.
March is a windy time.
The wind is blowing softly.
The trees are keeping time.
The wind is blowing harder.
The trees are bending down.
And now my hat has flown away.
I'll chase it through the town.
by Margaret Hillert
The wind is blowing softly.
March is a windy time.
The wind is blowing softly.
The trees are keeping time.
The wind is blowing harder.
The trees are bending down.
And now my hat has flown away.
I'll chase it through the town.