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.
Every one likes Robert Frost....you've fared very well....kindly read my poem 'Thank you Mr.Robert Frost'....thank you
Very evocative. Robert Frost is a favorite poet of mine. I think you have captured his mood very nicely. Thank you for a very fine walk in the woods. Warm regards, Sandra
Lovely, Robert is a fav of mine and you have captured his essence in this poem. Tks for sharing your walk. T
Hi Martin, Really like this - favourite poem learnt by heart in school - long ago. Still remember all the words though! ! Absolutely lovely take on it and something that wouldn't have occurred to me, Best wishes
nice poem :) , i wonder how can you do this kind of poem. I wnt 2 compose a poem, but how? : -)
You can tell that you're a poet. It's good to see a decent poem among loads of highly rated, but artless, attempts.
Hello Martin, You do this great Frost write justice. I like this spin. Kudos!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My friend.....in the company of Robert Frost...it's more of a journey....than a walk! Excellent composition>