Found Poetry 7

2/3/19

I sweep my lovely forest house
flakes fill the wind
I shake the village
it sounds lovely
they stop their horse to watch

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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