MarchA Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA continuation of my month series.A season for battles in times gone by, Mars holding still and sounds the horn, To war we go and kill all those lucky, Take home the few to mill the corn. Emily express our need for expectation, A search never ending in light and mind, Gardening sulks and wines in this spring, Clever writers bully those of simple kind. A month dedicated to bed's and pigs, Very beings to rest and eat bacon, Prayers last for times on times in time, None hold back and we are forsaken. Saint David holds true and never lies, The third in all of us to savour hold, March you darling budding space in year, Now Mothers come forth to sooth and scold! © 2014 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on March 2, 2014Last Updated on March 2, 2014 Tags: March, Third, Brilliance! AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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