F-ifth of March Sunday
E-liminates the Saturday night;
R-ise of the sun begins, setting your birthday aright.
R-aindrops have been
O-bliterated by the sun;
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re replaced by pure fun.
N-o more rugged wind, neither storm nor chill;
O-pen your heart and mind to the dawn's thousand thrill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem