Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 26

MARCH

 Now that March has come we can heave a sigh of relief

Knowing that old King Winter's remaining stay must be brief

that soon now each tiny shoot, bulb, and seed will be

sending up their carpeting of green

Making of the drab, barren earth a more beautiful,

enlivening scene.

Soon the young lambs, calves, pigs, and colts will be

rollicking on the hill

And the restful babbling of the water can be heard

in the unfettered rill.

Soon the children, freed from school, will be out with

a shout and a roar

Ready with some kind of plaything on wheels to ride,

skate, glide or soar.

Soon the birds can be seen carrying straws to build

their cozy little nest

And then moss and feathers to make warm the place

where the eggs rest.

In the country, the farmer with his implements of toil

will be up at the break of dawn

And in the city we'll hear the music of the mower

on the lawn.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.