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03-26-2019, 04:49 PM
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Happy Birthday Robert Frost!
Late Harvest
The harvest moon once seemed so near,
I dreamt that some night I would ride
a sapling down to earth and bounce
into that bright inviting sphere.
When later life revealed what’s real,
and yearly harvest moons arose,
beams would dance through dying leaves,
phantoms of my pure ideal.
Now I brood, old like my tree,
and fading twilight dimmed my vision,
but I recall youth’s harvest moon
and sing of what’s too far to see.
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03-26-2019, 05:28 PM
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Death of a Hired Man
"Silas is home," Mary said.
"Warren, be nice! He's in bed."
"I''ll go and I'll check 'nd
be back in a second,"
said Warren. But Silas was dead.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in the wood.
Confused, for a moment I stood
and muttered an oath.
I could not take both,
but damn how I wished that I could!
Birches
I bend the tree down, gaining purchase,
then ride the tree up when it lurches,
then back in reverse.
A boy could do worse
than being a swinger of birches.
Reluctance
To man it has always been treason,
confronting the end of a season,
to feel no regret.
But that's what we get
for not being slaves to our reason.
Stopping by the Woods
Whose woods? Well, I think that I know.
I'd like to lie down in the snow
and perish right here,
but my horse thinks it queer.
And he's right. I've got miles to go.
Out! Out!
The saw cut the boy and he bled.
"Please save my hand!" the boy said.
The boy, alas, died,
and everyone cried,
but briefly, since they were not dead.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 03-26-2019 at 05:31 PM.
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03-26-2019, 06:13 PM
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03-26-2019, 06:29 PM
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Roger/Bob and Matt, terrific gifts of poetic candles! And funny.
Frost’s Auto-Epitaph
Until I reached the age of eighty-eight,
Any roads I took, both long and steep,
Were headed for fulfillment of my fate
To sound these final breaths before I sleep.
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03-27-2019, 02:42 AM
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Robert Frost Tackles the Blockage
I have been one acquainted with the shite
That gathers in the gloom of septic tanks
And shoulders-up the lid with foetid might.
I was the one selected from the ranks
To face the faeces, armed with only hope
And rubber gloves, a pair of scaffold planks,
A good stout stick, a bucket on a rope
And a technique passed down the family.
Human shadoof, I bent to dip and grope;
A thrusting-under and a hauling-free
Dropping the dollops from a dizzy height
Until I won my Pyrrhic victory.
No-one will stand downwind of me tonight.
I have been one acquainted with the shite.
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03-27-2019, 07:16 AM
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Good one, Ann. And you taught me a new word: shadoof. I watched several YouTube videos about the shadoof, but my favorite (though perhaps least informative) was this one.
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