FrostA Poem by Adam LathamSo a while ago I tried to write a poem dedicated to one of my favourite poets, Robert Frost. The aim was to create a piece using the titles of some of his poems. The end result was a bit of a mess.I’ve stopped by woods on snowy eves
More times than I can say, I’ve wandered roads not taken till I could not find my way. I’ve apple picked and mended walls All by a silken tent, I’ve been acquainted with the night Till night and dark were spent. I’ve asked for roses, prayed in spring For weather hot and searing So I could sit and read Bob Frost Within a cabin clearing. © 2024 Adam LathamReviews
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11 Reviews Added on September 20, 2018 Last Updated on February 6, 2024 AuthorAdam LathamStoke-on-Trent, United KingdomAboutHi. My name is Adam, I'm 46 years old and I live in the gloriously dull city of Stoke-on-Trent in the United Kingdom. more..Writing
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