MS (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost

Overcast but warm,
The day dry, unusually.
Walking the woods with the dogs
As many times before.
Lucy and Tig, away in the rough dark deep,
Yipping with the scent of deer, excited.
Ruby, river scrambling, biting
At the bogwater, wagging, from the shoulders back



Along the old familiar track, into
The clearing where the roads diverge.
I stopped and stood. Which way to go?
Think of another Poet, and roads not taken.
Yes, I’ve been here before. This way I came.
That way I saw a squirrel once.
And down that way a badger
Straight on, the Mill Pond where ducks dabble.
Behind me then a stag, stares my way, and
Startled, slips into the wood.
I think again of Robert Frost and look a different way.
I stand a while. I turn, retrace my steps, recall, relive,
I’ll write this down, and this will be
The road I’ve taken.

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Comments (14)

nice poem :) , i wonder how can you do this kind of poem. I wnt 2 compose a poem, but how? : -)
Wonderful poem, very enjoyable.
You can tell that you're a poet. It's good to see a decent poem among loads of highly rated, but artless, attempts.
hey....nice poem. u ve a deep sense of poetic art
Hello Martin, You do this great Frost write justice. I like this spin. Kudos!
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