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!!!
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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Friday, January 21, 2011
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.
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
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
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
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