The Country LifeA Poem by BrightEyes
Construction? At my house, down my lane? No, that cannot be What is that infernal racket then? At this ungodly morning hour of 3? I throw the curtain to the side Wondering what I’ll find A woodpecker hacks at an old tree I’m kicking his behind! Just then I hear a birdie sing So clear and oh so near Turning back into the living room Into two beady eyes I peer Oh no you don’t, you get outside You belong out there! How’d you get here anyway? What’s going on around here? Something trods upon my foot A fast and furry beast A chipmunk! Oh no not fast enough The cat did have a feast The dogs are down the basement now Barking and running around I call and call but they won’t come Now what is it they have found? I grab the broom and head downstairs Trying to see where they are at Yikes! No don’t throw that at me! Stop attacking that poor bat! I chase the bat, with broom in hand Out the basement door And hear a grumble from the woods What? You mean there’s more? A shadow moves beneath the moon Its bulk is big and dark A bear? You’ve got to be kidding me Once again, the dogs do bark I shut the door upon the beast Good grief, I’ve had enough Finally back to my routine And my blessed coffee cup
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Added on February 8, 2008AuthorBrightEyesPAAboutThis is not my favorite Frost poem, but it is my first Frost poem. Dropped within another book I was reading at age 9, I never forgot it. While I wrote short stories at the time, it was my inspirati.. more..Writing
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