Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Friday, January 21, 2011

A Winter's Dawn

http://www.poemhunter.com/i/ebooks/pdf/lucy_maud_montgomery_2004_9.pdf


Sooo...my computer wouldn't let me copy or paste ( for some reason) But pleease.......don't be lazy and 'click' on the link and read the poems that i so wanted to post!!!

Monday, June 14, 2010

One Of my Fav.

THE LOCKLESS DOOR




by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)



T went many years,

But at last came a knock,

And I thought of the door

With no lock to lock.



I blew out the light,

I tip-toed the floor,

And raised both hands

In prayer to the door.



But the knock came again

My window was wide;

I climbed on the sill

And descended outside.



Back over the sill

I bade a “Come in”

To whoever the knock

At the door may have been.



So at a knock

I emptied my cage

To hide in the world

And alter with age.

Robert Frost...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.



He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
 
 
(Even though it isn't 'snowy' at  my house at the moment( it is sooooo hot outside!!!!) I love this poem....and it is one of my Daddy's favorite too!!!! <3

Friday, May 21, 2010

~ The Deep~

Out in the deep of the darkness



While the land is sound asleep

I stare out, soaking in the calmness


When suddenly i hear a faint weep

...A lonely whipperwail calls out to the deep...





Lightning bugs dance about, talking with the night


Stars in the far away distance


Ansewer back with their twinkeling light





A strong breeze awakens the trees


Leaves begin to whisper...


I do believe i heard one say -'can't she let us be?'






Quietness has ceased

As a train rumbles through


It's shrill whistle echos across my mountain


Breaking the silence into






The moon's glow rests on my face


My eyelids feel the need of sleep


I stare one last time off into space...


Then close my eyes to dream of the deep...




CSl '10