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2014 Robert Frost Poetry Contest

I am proud to announce once again
I have had the honor and privilege,              have had/ had
to be allow to line the trashcan of the           allow/allowed
Poetry Judges office at Robert Frost Farms.
An Honor I look forward too next year !

This Year' trashcan liner                                Year'/year's
Entitled 
The Poet Frost

That poet lived not far from here
But I could not see, nor hear him talk 
I read about His chopping wood
And Mending Fences make of rock                   make/made

I heard that he had pasted away
When many eyes gave birth to tears
I was only six, that fateful day
Now, five more score in years

But through the passing of the seasons
His rhymes and verses have remained
A guiding light, that I find pleasing
And as for this, I count it gain

I did not meet the man called Frost
But know him well, for words he penned
I try sometimes try to think his thoughts
And walk his fields from end to end

I feel his presents, while on his farm               Presents/presence  
Where nature speaks his sonnets so
With loving hands he planted words
Then stood and watched the poems grow

If I could only farm, like this
to draw from natures inspiration
Then writing poems great like his
Would be my cherished occupation           It's no wonder I end up in the can
                                                               lesson: Never proof read alone

                                               by JT Curtis

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