March
March is windy, March is wild,
Hurries like an eager child;
Puffing mouth and ruddy face,
Rushing in a windy race;
A breath or two he stops, and then
He's puffing madly off again.
March is windy, March is wild,
A rushing, blowing, puffing child.
And why does March go rushing so?
He's trying to catch spring, you know.
~~
Annette Wynne (1889-1952)
from For Days and Days: A year-round treasury of child verse, 1919
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
A.M. Mailick (1869-1946), Children running, ca. 1908 (detail). Wikimedia Commons.
The wind as a personification of a bold and brash impish I wanna catch, child. A child running up against the wind, has lost his hat, a while back, does not let up, he's determined to seive the wild wind, the wonder-full-stop & go wind ... that no one has ever caught ... unless you count a sailing boat. ⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️
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