In Hardwood Groves Poem by Robert Frost

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Thanks to Andrew Hoellering for presenting it properly. An excellent poem indeed.

So excellent a poem deserves to be set out as Frost wrote it: The same leaves over and over again They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove Before the leaves can mount again To fill the trees with another shade They must go down past things coming up They must go down into the dark decayed They must be pierced by flowers and put Beneath the feet of dancing flowers. However it is in some other world I know that this is the way in ours. The paucity of end-stopped lines emphasises the continuity of the cyclical process Frost is describing. Another wonderful poem!

'The Child is Father to Man'...To share knowledge to the younger. To sacrifice parts of life to help in developing the skills of the young learners..Very observant, it is the way in ours.