On the first of March The craws begin to search. By the first o April They are sitting still. By the first o May, They're a flown away, Croupin greedy back again Wi October's wind and rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE GARDEN SEAT by THOMAS HARDY TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |