Found Poetry 4

2/3/19

go and shake me Year
I think of evening woods to sleep
with promises here and there
of others stopping to see
my little farmhouse
with my little lovely horse
in the woods
with frozen flakes of snow

This poem was created from Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". Click here to see a book by Frost.

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