A Ten Mile Drive

A TEN MILE DRIVE - I walked a country road once In New England, in October. In a gorgeous colored paradise You’d think you were not sober. - A car approached, my thumb went out He stopped. I boarded, saw the man, And nearly tumbled over. That craggy face, that shock of hair. - T’was Robert Frost who’s driving. Yes, Frost himself. Get in, he said. And so began a ten-mile ride I’ll recall with pleasure till I’m dead. - So fitting was his presence there In the land he wrote about He fit, like gloves, the Yankee scene Appropriate, no doubt. - We chatted just like old friends do, The miles flew by, the clock had run. We got to town, I shook his hand. He said goodbye, the ride was done. - How many times in decades since I rode that ten mile drive With the great Yankee Catullus And ride again, I shall, as long as I’m alive.