Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
BY ROBERT FROST
Trick or Treat?
Freezing bats, torn at the seams!
Full white moon,
Roaming forgetful zombie vandals!
Gnarled old trees,
Tossed in the breeze.
Cold ghosts shivering, knocking their knees!
Trick and treating,
From door to door,
Not enough sweets, I must have more!!!
Six Ways to Look at the Moon
The moon is an Olympic Stadium for intergalactic races -
planet jumping, star throwing and meteoric vaulting.
The moon is Cyclop’s eyeball, impassionate as
a death star.
The moon is a Titan’s silver boomerang,
The moon is a silver coin tossed, heads or tails,
wins or fails.
The moon is a polar bear’s eye, the arctic fox’s
paw print, the tip of the snowshoe hare’s nose.
The moon says, tonight’s O-K.
by James S. Tippett
I like the woods
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves
That have fallen
From the bare trees
The Rainbow (09/03/2020)
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.
Here’s an adventure! What awaits
Beyound these closed, mysterious gates
Whome shall I meet, where shall I go?
Beyound the lovely land I know
Above the sky, across the sea
What shall I learn and feel and be?
Open, strange doors, to good or ill!
I hold my breath a moment still
Before the magic of your look.
What shall you do to me, O book?
Be A Brainy Biker
Your brain is brilliant
Keep it safe and sound
Encase it in a helmet
In case it hits the ground
Your life is precious
Don’t throw it away
Stick a helmet on your head
If you bike today