So, I'm assuming everybody knows the poem "The Road Less Taken" by Robert Frost. Alright, let's go The Hole Less Piped Two holes converged on a yellow broad, And sorry I could not pipe them both

It never snows where I live. I had never been to the woods on a snowy evening. But the dream of Frost made me write about it. Which Frost? Jack or Robert! I don’t know exactly. Being Frostbeaten isn’t

The best way out is always through. //Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a wood and I chose the one less taken. The grass was lush green and the flowers were blooming merely. But there was a fear of loneliness and isolation. I was left alone in this beautiful

Robert Frost sums up life. Keep your head up, your goals written down and, keep on keepin on because life isn't stopping even if you do. Steepshot IPFS IOS Android Web

Robert Frost was one of the most popular poets in America. First he worked as a farmer, then moved to England and started to write poems. At the age of 41, he came back to America (Goodreads n.d.). He

Home is the places, where when you go there, they have to take you in..... by Robert Frost Also on my YouTube Channel: ▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. You can also watch it on my YouTube channel: ▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS

Accept no one's definition of life; define yourself.... by Robert Frost You can also watch it on my YouTube channel ▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS

Today, for Earth Day, I am reading two poems by Robert Frost. Not only did Frost serve as the Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, he won four, that is a record-tying FOUR, Pulitzer Prizes.

hay steemians!this is very gud poem of ROBERT FROST.i wanna share with u. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as

I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door, When it seemed as if I could bear no more. ♫♪ The fault must partly have been in me. The

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other,

Nature's first Green is Gold Her hardest Hue to Hold Her early Leaf's a Flower, but only so an Hour Then Leaf subsides to Leaf, so Eden sank to grief, So Dawn goes down to Day, Nothing Gold can Stay..

FROST Fences make good neighbors...bwa! I guess the boundaries then are set. I'll take the road less traveled and hope I don't get too wet. Storms are coming I can see them in the distance like worn pages