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

~ 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

The New and the Old

Here is a poem I wrote. I'm putting the original down then the revised addition. Please tell me which one you like the best.

Lost Treasures

Upon the forsaken sods of lands so far away,

Where once man walked but now has been forgotten,

The trees thirst for water, rivers dry up and are no more,

Theres old barns with roofs acaving in,

Abandon towns with gloomy pasts,

but one day man might walk again on this forsaken sod,

once again to reclaim his greatest treasure of them all.

Revised Lost Treasures

Upon the forsaken sods of lands so far away,

Where once man walked but now has been forgotten.

The riverbeds are dry where once the water splashed,

old barns where once the animals slept,

have long since been forgotten,

Abandon towns with gloomy pasts,

but one day man might walk again on this forsaken sod,

Once again to reclaim one of his lost treasures.

-Meaghan

The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost- I love this poem w/ a passion! ")

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,



And sorry I could not travel both


And be one traveler, long I stood


And looked down one as far as I could


To where it bent in the undergrowth;






Then took the other, as just as fair,


And having perhaps the better claim,


Because it was grassy and wanted wear;


Though as for that the passing there


Had worn them really about the same,










And both that morning equally lay


In leaves no step had trodden black.


Oh, I kept the first for another day!


Yet knowing how way leads on to way,


I doubted if I should ever come back.






I shall be telling this with a sigh


Somewhere ages and ages hence:


Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--


I took the one less traveled by,


And that has made all the difference.

Some Poems.....

Growing Old

( read slowly...this is one of my favorites!)


The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer;

The headstones thicken along the way;

And life grows sadder, but love grwos stronger

For those who walk with us day by day.



The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower;

The courage is lesser to do and dare;

And the tide of joy in the heart falls lower,

And seldom covers the reefs of care.



But all true things in the world seem truer,

And the better things of earth seem best,

And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,

And love is all as our sun dips west. Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,

And let us speak softly in low, sweet tone,

For no man knows on the morrow wheather

We two pass on- or but one alone.



Ella Wheeler Wilcox