March Comes in With a Roaring Pride
Like A Lion
March comes in with a roaring pride.
A feline force no one can hide.
A lightening show lights up the night;
As we try to sleep, we hold on tight,
No matter where we lay our head,
The thunder shakes our slumber bed.
Oh, my, whatever does this mean?
With an entrance like the Lion King.
Can the old sayings told be true?
Or are they teasing me and you?
Be it not a lamb or beast,
Predict the spring to say the least.
More Poems about Spring
- Welcome Spring Poem
Spring is always a welcome sight. Here are a couple poems I wrote about spring.
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