The March Woods (Poem)

 The March Woods

By Henry Beer

Come out into the woods,

And leave your cares behind.

The trees and flowers there

Will cheer the heart and mind.

There's beauty in the woods,

Though strong the March wind blows.

The sap from maple trees

Into the buckets flows.

The trees as sentinels

All leafless there they stand;

The budding trees foretell

That spring is nigh at hand.

Come out into the woods,

And see along the stream

The pussy-willows fair

With robes of silver sheen.

The violets budding forth,

Beneath the leaves are seen.

The mosses and the ferns

Are robed in vivid green.

Come out into the woods,

This anxious life forsake.

And here in God's great realm,

New friendships you shall make.