Touching Robert Frost's Land

October 2014

Two years ago, while I was traveling in Derry, New Hampshire,  I visited Robert Frost's family farm. Mr. Frost attributes many of his poems to the eleven years spent on the Derry Farm.

As I walked the property, I started a poem I never finished, but here is the start.

Touching Robert Frost's Land

Today amidst New Hampshire's famed, but not flaming colored leaves
I walked on ground where Robert Frost once walked and
         wrote words and more words and even more words,
Written in a rhythm that is sometimes edgy, sometimes serene.
        Words written that throw me into introspective
            Words that confuse, question, and exclaim.
                "Frost words" that often served as truths for me such as
  “I am not a teacher, but an awakener,”  and 
       "The best way out is always through.”           
Continuing to gingerly walk on Frost ground,
I search for the two roads that diverged in a yellow wood 
and smile at the thought of my favorite line,
        "One could  do worse than be a swinger of birches."


Comments

  1. This is the first poem I've seen from you in years. I didn't know you wrote it. I'm so glad you published it here. Love your poems.

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