What are songs, but poetry set to music? Well, the good ones are, any ways. . .  April is National Poetry Month. In the past, I have posted many different poems, but this year was drowned out by other happenings. Although, as a Librarian, I cannot completely ignore the literary reference of the month. It would plague me to do otherwise. So for my last chance to redeem any professional creed I might have, I’m presenting to you a short ditty about . . .  April. Sorta. The irony, cannot be lost on those of a certain age who are familiar with song. Never having heard the song before, I quite like reading the lyrics for “poetry’s sake” and not merely “singing along.” However, if curiosity gets the better of you, here is the link to song via YouTube.


April Come She Will

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she’ll change her tune,
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I’ll remember
A love once new has now grown old.