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Robert Frost Remembered

A "Rose" is a rose, Along the "Road Not Taken", But the love not given, Longs for the heart still living.   Lessons learned, And beauty found, In the writings of Frost, Along life's trampled road.   Advanced migration, Into the world of bliss, Where love dwells, For those who give.   His soaring talent, Emulate all magical scenes, Enhances the imagination, Of talent so serene.   The Sound of Trees, Still rustle in our ears, While we grow older and wiser, We remember the years.   The fork in the road, Where decision are made. Tell the soul, what direction to take.   Past memories of joys, Whispering voices, Floating clouds hovering, Over the place where trees listen.   Magnificent poetry dwell in his writing. Long remembered are the whispering trees, With sounds so soft, so gentle, Yet always listening, always present. ©2016 by Lee Christine Brownlee

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