Never Mind, March
Never mind, March, we know
When you blow
You're not really mad
Or angry or bad;
You're only blowing the winter away
To get the world ready for April and May.
unknown

Merry March
Merry, mad March comes in with a bound,
Tossing our caps and our kites all around,
Whisking the cobwebs out of the sky,
Teasing wee birdies just learning to fly,
Giving each tree-child a vigorous shake,
Telling each bud it is time to awake,
Jerking leaf-coverlets off sleepy heads,
Routing young flowerlets from earthy beds,
Then with a song that makes work only play,
Merry, mad March goes dancing away.
Nancy Fritz Moon

March
A boy with a kite
In windy weather
Tying the earth
And sky together.
May Richstone

March
Oh, March is a blustering
Ruddy-faced boy.
Who blows out his cheeks
And whistles for joy,
Who stamps through mud puddles
And wades through slush,
Who never plays gently
But always must rush.  
He's a stout, sturdy fellow,
Brimful of fun,
Who chases old Winter
And makes him run.
Oh, he's rough and he's tough,
But he has a kind heart,
And he's always on hand
To help the Spring start.
Solveig Paulson Russell

March
A blue day, a blue jay and a good beginning.
One crow, melting snow- spring's winning!
Elizabeth Coatsworth

Spring Is Coming
March has warmed the icy blasts,
And the wintertime is past.  
Now we hear the robins sing-
Happy harbingers of spring.  
Little buds will wake from sleep,
From the ground their faces peep.  
Do you know why all the fun?
Spring is coming on the run.
Dorothy Hevener

A March Surprise
The trees are still asleep today
And do not seem to know
A storm came by last night and heaped
Their branches full of snow.  
See how they start up with a surprise
As one by one they wake
"Why, gracious me!" they seem to say,
And give themselves a shake.
Ralph Marcellino

Spring's Magic
March is;
mud,
mops,
measles,
cough drops,
snow,
sleet,
sniffles,
wet feet,
soggy woolens,
leaden skies,
no glad sights for tired eyes
Then!
Everything comes to focus
With a crocus.
Faye Tanner Cool

Windy Word
I am the wind
And you'd better watch out!
I can run, I can fly;
I can whistle and shout.  
I can tap on your window
And howl at your door,
Tug on your coat tails,
Bellow and roar.  
But in March I'm the loudest;
Look out for my might!
For when you're not looking
I'll steal your new kite.
Jean Conder Soule

March
You're loud, You're noisy,
A blustery old chap!
Your whistle, Your moan,
You tear at my cap!
  You blow, You scowl,
But, March, you are fair!
Part lion, Part lamb,
Now spring's in the air!
Mildred Pittinger

Kite Song
All the other seasons
Added up together
Never can compare
With the kite-flying weather!
  Like a bird skimming
Across the blue sky,
My kite travels swiftly-
Beautiful and high!
  The cord often runs
Stinging through my hand
, As my bird soars higher,
Higher o'er the land!  
But all too soon twilight
Lowers on the town,
And I must haul my bird Down, down, down!
Elaine V. Emans

A Kite
I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the breeze and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.
Anonymous

March Wind
We made a brand new kite today,
And soon as we were through
We came out here to fly it,
And the wind just blew and blew.
And now the kite's a tiny speck;
We've used up all the string;
I'd like to go and get some more.
Anne's such a tiny thing
To hold the kite all by herself;
I wouldn't let her try,
For fear I might look back and see
Anne sailing through the sky.
Eleanor Dennis

The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass-
O wind, a- blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!  
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind, a- blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!  
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a- blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Robert Louis Stevenson

Who Likes the Wind?
"I," said the kite, "I like the wind,
I call it fun To travel high and wink at the sun!"  
"I," said the boat, I like the wind, Just let it blow
And fill my sails and away I'll go!"  
"I," said the thistle, "I like the wind, I call it fun
To leap and jump and before the wind run!"
Leah Gibbs Knobbe
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