Found Poetry 5

2/3/19

I watch my horse
he is deep
his promises I only know
in these farmhouse miles
he stops on dark snow
the evening lake is filled
with frozen mistakes

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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