March has come – the very cusp of Spring
This transitional month – what shall it bring?
Shall we do things we’ve not done before
On a road less traveled – to see what’s in store?
Shall it be the beginning of a fresh enterprise
A Plymouth Rock moment – with the limit the skies?
Will it bring something blatant and really upbeat,
Or like a brown-paper package be far more discreet?
Will it be an adventure down a yellow brick road
Or just a ride in taxi down old familiar roads?
Will we by April – be back to the chalkboard with sighs?
Finding our expectations were a tissue of lies?
* Well, October actually.
“The challenge today is to write a poem about something written in March, or written during a march I suppose, and using at least 5 of the following words and phrases:
the road less traveled, Plymouth Rock, tissue, taxi, chalkboard, brown-paper package, and yellow brick road.“