Dear Robert Frost

Dear Mr. Frost .... You gave to me a close-up view Brand new eyes to see the world The smallest things were brought to light, enhanced and made to stand alone You loaned to me new polished shoes.... to walk through words and see them clear You reached beyond your own despair and filled my life with something rare You found a jewel in each small thing In ways that I could then, relate... A leaning barn, ...a field of wheat, a country road beneath my feet A picture of a bird in flight against a sky of prose and slate Rural life became alive... Reflected in a visual climb .... Your losses came, and with a cost… You held me fast within your spell Perhaps it helped you nurse your soul I was inspired from the very first... The first time that I read your verse I felt a need to share and tell.... Finding beauty between the lines... To see the detail....to magnify... To see moth's wing against the vine... Beauty in the smallest thing....you made it mine You gave the words to fan a flame...to build a fire in my soul .... With every poem, ...you held me tighter handing me the ink and paper to show me ways to write it better No matter whether children's laughter or trees of apples, kitten whiskers.... A thing of beauty in the simple thing You woke my world and made it sing _______________________________