Robert Frost

Past the valleys strewn with apple trees- And spirited places where he derived his passion To the hardships and things forgotten- He clutched his thoughts in the quiet of candlelight Through the woven fabrics of his mind- And the boundless journeys he strove We gained his poetic wishes in perspective Now I drain my thoughts in deliberate diligence Hoping to bring him approval Though I know he no longer resides- I feel him in the cracked filled walls of yesterday I am but a humbled poet - Waning in the lost wishes of a master I will walk with Robert Frost deep in my soul- Breathing the pages of him and his earnest intellect Rehearsing the dreams and agony of an America’s past- Poetic paladin Inspired by Amy Greens “Wow me with inspiration contest” !