(Type in “Robert Frost”)


Whose woods these are, I have no clue.
I should be in Kalamazoo;
I made a left instead of right
And saw Costco and a J. Crew.

My GPS must think it strange
That my cell phone is out of range.
I’m already late but I don’t care;
Once again, my plans will change.

I know that I’ve made a mistake.
I’ve passed two Sears, a Steak-n-Shake,
three Wal-Marts, and a Lowe’s or two,
A small bread shop that smelled of cake.

I drive and drive in my red Jeep.
I pass a farm and start to weep.
The only things I see are sheep.
The only things I see are sheep.

Robert makes it easy
you see the words flow
like rivers in the spring
the peak of plants' health
and prosperity
He makes it easy
paints settings and themes
with such grace and worth

Robert makes you want to live
in each world he creates
makes you inspired
to be
to see
to get off your ***.
How can you acquire
such an ability
to move people in
such a way.

Robert can take
such deep themes and make them
so light and thoughtless
that it sinks deeper than
any scary statistic or story
two roads, one to choose
chose the one less chosen by, of course.
He was a hipster too.
I took the road less traveled by before
it was cool.

Robert Frost is pretty alright.

Ideals conjured
from unrealistic dreams
shapeshift in the dark
***** in the shadows
carve indelible
wounds
on your heart,
your soul
until you realize
you're all alone
out of step
out of time.