A Thousand Thrill To Your Mind Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ising sun Saturday
O-pens the morning light;
S-hadows have disappeared,
A-s well as the cold night.
L-et March fourth fill
Y-our heart with mirth;
N-o more mist and fog, on the day of your birth.

P-ouring rain has been
O-bliterated by the flame;
B-ad weather has vanished,
L-ong chill does the same.
E-vening haze has left
T-he lovely beacon behind;
E-arly warmth will bring a thousand thrill to your mind.