Karl Stuart Kline
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(2.2) Waking With Robert Frost (Written 9/11/2001 - 7am)
I woke up with Robert Frost this morning...
with sweep of wind and downy flake
I woke and I could see without warning
His Woods as his little horse gave his head a shake...
The road less taken has brought me here
To where I’ve stopped without a farmhouse near
Meditating on what has brought me to this queer
Circumstance and I pause in solitary fear,
Thinking back to words unsaid and deeds undone
Realising that I am fortunate that they are few...
I can see that my Self is greater than the sum
Of my parts, even though I still have much to do
The beauty that could not be seen,
But was always there.
The wealth of love and spirit
That she had to share
Was most wond'rously graced
By face and figure fair...
A gentle laughing spirit,
Always happy to be there.