The Poet Frost

2014 Robert Frost Poetry Contest I am proud to announce once again I have had the honor and privilege, have had/ had to be allow to line the trashcan of the allow/allowed Poetry Judges office at Robert Frost Farms. An Honor I look forward too next year ! This Year' trashcan liner Year'/year's Entitled The Poet Frost That poet lived not far from here But I could not see, nor hear him talk I read about His chopping wood And Mending Fences make of rock make/made I heard that he had pasted away When many eyes gave birth to tears I was only six, that fateful day Now, five more score in years But through the passing of the seasons His rhymes and verses have remained A guiding light, that I find pleasing And as for this, I count it gain I did not meet the man called Frost But know him well, for words he penned I try sometimes try to think his thoughts And walk his fields from end to end I feel his presents, while on his farm Presents/presence Where nature speaks his sonnets so With loving hands he planted words Then stood and watched the poems grow If I could only farm, like this to draw from natures inspiration Then writing poems great like his Would be my cherished occupation It's no wonder I end up in the can lesson: Never proof read alone by JT Curtis