MARCH. 



A. L. VERMILYA. 



Come on, wild March, you windy knight, Blow far away the gloom of winter days; 

 and blow Drive on the frowning, leaden-colored 

 The storms and chill of winter far away ; skies ; 

 Sweep o'er the land, the grim Ice King de- Bring back the birds from sunny Southern 

 throne, climes — 

 And clear the path for April and for The birds for which we wait with long- 

 May, ing eyes. 



Folks rail at you, old chap, and call you And when fair April and her sister, May, 



names; Shall carpet smiling earth with myriad 



They say you're full of bluster and of flowers; 



bluff; ' When rippling brooklets wander through 



But well I like your energetic ways, the fields, 



And so I say, "All hail! you're just the Where joyous anglers spend the spring- 

 stuff !" time hours ; 



Then, March, good friend, we'll ofttimes 

 think of you, 

 And say, when resting 'neath the whis- 

 p'ring trees, 

 "He went before, with gusty winds and 

 strong ; 

 Behind him came the balmy summer 

 breeze." 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY WM H. FISHER. 



A NATURAL POSE. 

 Winner of 14th Prize in Recreation's 6th Annual Photo Competition. 



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