The winds of March are wild and strong,
They howl and whistle all day long;
They pull the hats from tall men’s heads
And frighten children in their beds.
They brush the trees, they sweep the ground,
I’m glad no seedlings can be found,
For March would hurt each leaf and stem—
But April-time was made for them!
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by Annette Wynne ~ 1919 – 1922
An American poet specialising in children’s poetry. In 1919, her book of children’s poems, For Days and Days: A Year Round Treasury of Child Verse was published, followed by Treasure Things in 1922.
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Hello Eileen…The winds of March I remember them well but in March 1973 I had my eldest son and my mother was drying and airing his nappies outside it was so warm all the little knitted rompers were too hot for him to wear just a nappy and a little cotton vest was enough…Thank you for following CarolCooks2 🙂
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Hi Carol, enjoyed reading your lovely comment, and thank you.
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