The Poet's Pluck - Robert Frost
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Poem by Robert Frost
After Apple Picking one late fall day
as the gold sun hung low neath autumn's sky,
I took a turn, became ‘The Runaway’
onto The Road Not Taken, there nearby.
Lined thick with Birches planted on a knoll
along with Maples dressed in red-gold glows,
I now was drawn to take A Late Walk stroll-
bask in the luxury of nature’s shows.
Reminded to Choose Something Like a Star,
I made a wish as I went on my way.
As Venus blinked her answer from afar,
I turned to leave since Nothing Gold Can Stay.
February 4, 2017
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: The Poet’s Pluck (poet of your choice)
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 02/22/2017
Rules: Choose five or more TITLES from a past historical
poet of your choice and use the TITLES to build your poem.
Show TITLEs in bold lettering.
Rules of a former contest:
Choose five or more TITLES from a past historical
poet of your choice and use the TITLES to build
your poem. Show TITLEs in bold lettering.
Poet Chosen: Robert Frost
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017
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