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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening: Robert Frost Tribute
There are many miles to go before I sleep
As I am trudging through the white snow
Left behind by Mother Nature and shorter
Days are here. Memories of summer I keep
Close, but the tall pine trees put on a show
With snowdrift and I forget all about order.
My next destination in the back of my mind,
I watch as my frosty breath is intermingling
With the surrounding scenery. I could be lost
Here for hours or days memorizing the wind
Blowing on my face and feeling the tingling
Sensation from my toes. This is what Frost
Talks about, a place that feels like home
And what other people try to forever roam.
#RobertFrost
As I am trudging through the white snow
Left behind by Mother Nature and shorter
Days are here. Memories of summer I keep
Close, but the tall pine trees put on a show
With snowdrift and I forget all about order.
My next destination in the back of my mind,
I watch as my frosty breath is intermingling
With the surrounding scenery. I could be lost
Here for hours or days memorizing the wind
Blowing on my face and feeling the tingling
Sensation from my toes. This is what Frost
Talks about, a place that feels like home
And what other people try to forever roam.
#RobertFrost
Published 16th Nov 2018
| Edited 17th Nov 2018
Author's Note
Inspired by Roberts Frost's poem "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" and submitted for The Road Less Traveled competition.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Anonymous
17th Nov 2018 7:55am
ES!
SBTWOASE, is my favorite poem of all time! I loved your tribute. I've always taken the poem as a writing about the pain and drudgery of life with the deep dark woods being death, and the exhaustion of staying permeated by the double miles to go at the end, but I like your thoughts, too.
Matthew.
SBTWOASE, is my favorite poem of all time! I loved your tribute. I've always taken the poem as a writing about the pain and drudgery of life with the deep dark woods being death, and the exhaustion of staying permeated by the double miles to go at the end, but I like your thoughts, too.
Matthew.
17th Nov 2018 7:14pm
Anonymous
17th Nov 2018 8:21pm
Hey! Maybe I will!
When's the deadline?
When's the deadline?
17th Nov 2018 9:14pm
We run them a month long each - so you have plenty of time. Be certain to read the guidelines!
Anonymous
17th Nov 2018 9:20pm
Ok! Thank you very much!
Matthew.
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