When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
A classic! People usually don’t remember poems, but this might be an exception. It’s a classic that everyone should read and ponder.
Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice.
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
Who couldn’t use some more Robert Frost? Hope you enjoy this one from him today.
When it comes to poetry, it’s hard to go wrong with Robert Frost. I’ve enjoyed his work for many years, and this poem is one…
I’ve got another one from favorite poet Robert Frost for you today. Enjoy your Saturday!
It’s Poetry Saturday here! I’ve decided that we’re going to start included some poetry here occasionally on weekends, and this is the first one. By…