Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Ode To Robert Frost

I think I may have walked with him
and talked  of life and simple things.
We mended walls together, and then
talked of poetry and what it brings..

He told me how his life unfolded
and how the words began to flow.
How promises that he made, he kept,
described the woods filled up with snow..

I stood with him that day in Washington
and so proudly held his aging hand,
as he spoke about the Gift Outright
and hopes for JFK in our troubled land...

This lovely dream of mine I cherish.
His words speak directly to my heart ;
Of common man and treasured places,
he was a quiet man, a man apart.....

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Diane Locksley November 14, 2010 at 2:49 PM Too bad you didn't get to fulfill this dream, Barbara. I think your poem would have warmed any "Frosty" heart. Best to you, Diane

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 14, 2010 at 8:22 AM OH Barb congrats on the twins.. how wonderful and what a lovely Christmas and Thanksgiving gift.. keep us updated please... prayers out to u and family luv..children are so wonderful and grandchildren even moreso.... I have three myself.. they are the light of my life.. ages 5, 3, and 2.. so cute and cuddly and loving..

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen November 14, 2010 at 1:11 AM What a beautiful dream this is Barbara. And, oh, how important it is to treasure the common man in his everyday walk of life for it is the common men together that have built the world we live in and made it a place with so much potential! Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Lovingly, Dane Ann

Joy Wellington November 13, 2010 at 4:25 PM Thanks Barbs for your very nice comments. Yes there are some very beautiful places there in Ja for sure. Good write! Much luv, Joy (Jew)

Carolyn Devonshire November 13, 2010 at 10:23 AM Indeed, Frost was revered by many, Barbara. Did you really meet him? Or are you talking about holding his hand in the spiritual sense. Joyce Johnson wrote her ode for Frost as well. He had many admirers. Best wishes in Jared's contest, dear LNC. Love, Carolyn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 12, 2010 at 6:47 PM Amazing piece for your entry into Jared's contest BG ..good luck .. a shining example is your muse.. mine is Elizabeth Barrett Browning ..my "Haunting Heroine" .. this contest should bring lots of wonderful writes .. yours is quite amazing and perfect ..happy weekend..luv..

Dr.Ram Mehta November 12, 2010 at 5:24 PM Nice tribute you ahve to Robert frost. This is the third poem I am reading today on Rober.Barbara

Andrea Dietrich November 12, 2010 at 5:08 PM My goodness, Barbara, I take it this is imagined? You make it seem so real. I see two people now at least have written of Frost. He really was an awesome poet. I wish modern poetry was still regarded that highly in the "old way" that he wrote. I just don't like the newfangled stuff that makes no sense to me! Good luck in the contest with this gem. LUv, Andrea

November 12, 2010 at 4:50 PM A great ode to Robert Frost, enjoyed very much.One of my favorite poems by him is "the road not taken"Sandra