March is here and it seems winter has decided to stay around for a while, having arrived rather late this year.
I turned to Dorothy Harrington’s sweet little poetry book Little Things for inspiration today, and found this charming poem that looks at the brighter side of March.
March Evening
What do I care though the cold winds blow,
For here before my fire
I reign supreme, like an ancient queen,
With my radio for lyre.
And at my feet, in bliss complete,
Sits my son in Arthur’s Court;
While on the mat, chewing a hat,
Lies our dear old Collie—Sport.
The room is warm, the lamp glows soft,
All here are so contented
The maddening winds beat on my door
With fury quite demented.
For here before my fire
I reign supreme, like an ancient queen,
With my radio for lyre.
And at my feet, in bliss complete,
Sits my son in Arthur’s Court;
While on the mat, chewing a hat,
Lies our dear old Collie—Sport.
The room is warm, the lamp glows soft,
All here are so contented
The maddening winds beat on my door
With fury quite demented.
I love this picture of simpler times, when the radio was the only foreign sound in a room, and children were entertained by their imaginations.
I hope you have some time this March evening to sit before a fire, reigning as queen or king of your household.
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