a walk at Robert Frost' old farm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A dream moment about walking at Frost's old farm

a walk at Robert Frost’s old farm



heavy snow was falling

as I walked the New Hampshire

woods of Robert Frost’s old farm


I had been here before

in the fall when

the leaves were splashes

of color hanging on the branches


now the leaves were gone

the snow was resting

where the leaves had been


in the distance I

caught a glimpse of movement

between the snowflakes


but it was gone before

I could blink my snowy eyelids


I walked further thinking of

wonderful words written

on this farm

words that have lingered

through many snowfalls


walking deeper into whiteness

again I saw movement


more vivid this time

something I had seen

in one of his poems


it was an old man sitting

on a sleigh stopped

in the snowy woods

speaking words that I could

not hear, but the horse understood


the old man, horse, and sleigh

faded away through the falling snow

to a place miles away

miles away


I stumbled from my stupor

and located my car buried

in a snowdrift

next to an old sleigh


there was no horse

and no old white-haired man

from all those years ago

Submitted: October 19, 2021

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