Sidney Beck Poet Rubaiyat

Frosty the Poem Man

FROSTY  THE  POEM  MAN


Whose woods these are I’ve no idea
But my little horse sure thinks he’s *****
His house ain’t in the village no more
He promised he wasn’t stopping here.

Between the woods and frozen shore
Live many people rich and poor -
On the darkest evening of the season
They watch at every window, every door.

They think the weather’s dreadful freezin’
But feel that it is almost treason
To not watch woods fill up with snow;
Doing otherwise seems contrary to reason.

Bells a-shake, dark, deep in the snow,
Their heroes murmur sounds so low.
For these people Frost is someone they know:
There’s Jack outside  and Robert below.



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NOTE:

I simply couldn’t  resist writing another  parody of Robert Frost.

22  March  2020

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Ilene Bauer March 22, 2020 at 3:29 PM i think robert frost would get a kick out of this one, sidney! i certainly did! (still can't believe that the soup has to remove the word "queer" from the poem...) Sidney Beck March 22, 2020 at 4:19 PM Well Ilene, at least you and me can feel easy using a perfectly good word like "queer" . Thanks for liking my poem. Stay safe......Syd