Poems

Today we had to read two poems. I didn't mind! The first was one that I have never read before, but I liked it very much. It says a lot about poets. The second was by Robert Frost, one of my favorites. I have an old copy of Collected Poems that was in my grandmother's basement. This poem makes me look forward to the soft and lovely snow. The world seems so beautiful and quiet in winter. We should be having a blanket of snow any day now!

Catch

by Robert Francis

Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,

Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,

Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,

High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,

Make him scoop it up, make him as-almost-as possible miss it,

Fast, let him sting from it, now, now fool him slowly,

Anything, everything tricky, risky, nonchalant,

Anything under the sun to outwit the prosy,

Over the tree and the long sweet cadence down,

Over his head, make him scramble to pick up the meaning,

And now, like a posy, a pretty one plump in his hands.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.