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Ode To A Robert Frost Poem
I thought I took the road less taken.
But I guess I was mistaken.
When the two paths diverged in the woods; I pondered at which path I must take.
I took the path to my left in the woods; Was it the right path to take?
It was not, but I digress.
Why must I deal will all this stress?
As I sit and try to recall all of the words from the poem Frost once wrote, I must emote.
This ode to that grand old poem that Frost once wrote.
The name of that Robert Frost poem is 'The Rode Not Taken'.
As I write this ode to a Robert Frost's poem, the words he wrote be not ...
Old Oak Tree
Old oak tree growing mighty and tall in the yard outside.
The hammock that swings from your branches does appear to glide.
The leaves that sprout from you are of a green hue.
In fall the leaves change many colors excluding blue.
In wintertime the leaves are almost gone except for a few.
Your trunk is very thick and brown.
Your growth rings seem to bend around.
When the wind blows, old oak tree, you seem to sway.
Let’s celebrate the old oak tree each and every single day.