I have a great love of poetry. Robert Frost was very gifted and I really love his poems. His words always take me outside to my own world. He wrote about the very things that we all feel in the great outdoors. I love reading through pages of crisp falling golden leaves, hay fields in the sunshine, blue skies and birds of a feather flocking together. This is one of my favorite Frost poems....I have a thing about bluebirds......long story. The simplicity, to me, is nice.
As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, "Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Lesley (will you?)
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made ice on the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-by,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax-
And do everything!
And perhaps in the Spring
He would come back and sing."
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