Stopping By Frost's Home Poem by Francie Lynch
Stopping By Frost's Home
I spent today
At Greenfield Village,
It's a living history.
The very buildings
Grand ones knew,
Re-constructed tenderly.
I entered Robert Frost's
Real home,
Shaded by his window tree.
I heard his true voice recite
'The Road Not Taken.'
I was taken
Because of what he's
Meant to me.
I could have heard him
On the Net,
But being there
Made all the difference to me.
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