If It's Autumn, Can Winter Be Far Behind
IF IT’S AUTUMN, CAN WINTER BE FAR BEHIND?
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 a parody of Robert Frost.
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