March Winds (prose) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A| These winds blow rayther strong stronger sometimes nor what feels pleasant Ther's monny a chap has a race wi' his hat an' it luks a sheepish sooart ov a trick an' iverybody can affooard to laff at him just becoss it isn't them But for all that aw alus think at th' year's niver getten a reight start till after March It's like as if it comes blusterin' an' rooarin' just o' purpose to put things into reight trim It fotches daan th' owd watter spaats an' lets fowk know whear ther's a slate at's shakey It gives th' trees a bit ov a whisk raand an' wuthers abaat as if it wor detarmined to clear all th' maase nooks aat an' give us a fair start for th' fine weather But that isn't all it does it finds aat if yo've ony owd teeth 'at's rayther tender an' if ther's owt i'th' world at 'll wear aat a chap's patience its th' tooith wark Its bad enuff but what maks it war to bide is iverybody can tell yo ha to cure it an' for all that they wor as fast what to do wi' it when they had it as onybody else But what does it matter if it does find aat bits o' waik spots there's nowt like knowin whear they are for then yo do stand a chonce o' bein' able to tak care on 'em But it does summat else beside it brings a fine day or two an' th' grass begins to luk a trifle greener an' here an' thear i' bits o' shady nooks an' corners sometimes yo can find a daisy or two an' what is ther luks bonnier nor th' first daisy yo find peepin up It may be a bit ov a pindered lookin thing but its a daisy an' aw dooant think at th' grandest yo'll find all th' year 'll please yo hauf as weel as this Little children clap ther hands when they see it becoss it tells 'em ther's some fine weather comin' bye an' bye an' they pluck it to tak hooam wi' em' to show ther mother an' ther grandfayther smiles when he sees it for it whispers a bit o' comfort to him an' tells him to cheer up for th' time o'th' year's comin' when he'll be able to goa aat o'th' door an' sit o'th green grass an' hear th' burds sing an' let th' sun shine on his face an' he willn't be feeard o' bringin' th' rhumatic back wi' him an' takkin it altogether it's one o' th' mooast pleasin' things i' th' year is findin' a daisy i' March It's strange ha folk alter in a few years time Luk at a child when its abaat five or six years owd see ha delighted it is wi' a gurt bunch ov innocent lukkin' buttercups an' daisies Noatice th' same child when he's getten fourteen or fifteen years owd He couldn't fashion to be seen carryin' a bunch See him agean when he's a man He's noa time for daisies then What's th' reason Daisies are as bonny nah as iver they wor Ther is a difference somewhear but it isn't i'th' daisies | A |
John Hartley
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