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Inspired by the great Robert Frost's
"Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Eve."


On this darkest eve of the year
my little mare and I stop near
the woods stark in the waning light
and sit entranced as the wind clear

and sad haunts as a trumpet might
when played alone late in the night.
We'd stay longer but 'twould alarm
the village and cause needless fright.

Yet the muted strains still and charm.
To sit a moment more can't harm.
The snow is where the woods break
toward the lake near the Frost farm.

My little mare's harness bells shake—
a reminder I've miles to make
and must longer yet stay awake,
and must longer yet stay awake.

© By Rod Franklin (AMPAW@aol.com)








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