To Frost, By the Woods of Vermont
By reneeJ
You would not know me if I walked aboutThe fields of your Vermont home. We've not met,But you have built no walls to keep me out.Your woods might beckon me to enter, yetLike you, I'd only counter with the thought.You see, I know you in our minds union -I seek for meaning just as you have soughtMomentary stays against confusion.I, too, have a passion for no fencesAnd birch trees for every boy to swing on.I, too, dream of roads I have not taken,Yet fondly cherish traveling on this one.So now you know we're spirits of a pair,May I stop by to speak of what we share? Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 02:05 PM PST 10 • 0
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"You would not know me if I walked aboutThe fields of your Vermont home. We've not met,But you have built no walls to keep me out.Your woods might beckon me to enter, yetLike you, I'd only counter with the thought.You see, I know you in our minds union -I seek for meaning just as you have soughtMomentary stays against confusion.I, too, have a passion for no fencesAnd birch trees for every boy to swing on.I, too, dream of roads I have not taken,Yet fondly cherish traveling on this one.So now you know we're spirits of a pair,May I stop by to speak of what we share?..."