March

By Alexander B. McNair

10/12/1836-4/26/1904

Hail! Stormy March!
         No other month
Is welcomed more than thee:
         The furious blast
That hurries past
         Is but the winter freed.

The ice-bound lake
         Its fetters break
when though again art near;
         The waters foam
Where fishes roam
         When Spring with thee is here

The ocean's wave
         Where many a brave
as stemmed the current wild,
         Is tossed and rolled
Like mountins bold
         Before the furious tide.

The fields which seem
         No life to them
Are wakened by the blast,
         And grains arise,
Such as we prize
         Now that the winter's past.

Thrice welcome, then,
         We'll prize thee when
The cold cold days are o'er,
         though winds may blow
Where e'er we go,
         On lake or distant shore.

March the 4th 1864 while on Picket

DayPoems Poem No. 1276
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