BALLAD OF THE BACK ROAD FARMER

March is a month I love to see, the sap starts rising in the tree;

the sun shines warm and melts some snow, we hope that soon it all will go.

And though the wind is cold and raw, to-day I heard an old crow caw.

The snow, which hid the fence from view, had settled letting posts show through

And polar trees against the sky show buds that say  –  ‘spring is nigh.’

I find that, as  older I grow, still less and less, I like the snow,

And winter drags so, on and on, we wish and wish that it was gone.

The cold wind bites right through my hide and chills me all the way inside,

And frost brings on my rheumatiz, and that is the worst thing that there is.

I shovel paths to barn and then, the wind fills it all in again.

So now you see why I delight to see the sun so warm and bright;

It means that summer’s coming soon, and April may march into June.

So relax, folks, be filled with cheer – it won’t be long till spring is here! – H.M. Self, Bancroft.