Vintage Poetry

WELCOME TO MAY

We’re glad to have you with us,
Dear little month o’ May,
For you are sweet and smiling,
And bonny, bright and gay.

Your sister, dainty April,
Was pretty, but oh my!
The time she spent in pouting!
And then how did she cry!

And noisy March, your brother,
Was turbulent and wild;
On scarcely would have thought him
To be sweet Spring’s own child.

But you, of all Spring’s children,
Are most beloved and dear;
So, merry May, we’re happy
To know that you are here.
– by May Frink Converse

2 thoughts on “Vintage Poetry

  1. Great Grandma May published a poem on the front of the Wellsville Globe for over 35 years. When Mom and I came back to Wellsville to start up the Globe again in 1992, we had her poems again adorning the front page. They are timeless, both in subject and beauty.

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