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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WIFE A-LOST by WILLIAM BARNES |