The woods

My guide had left, I walked alone,

deeper into a great unknown.

Trodden a road less traveled,

filled with overgrown obstacles.


I came upon a snowy clearing,

having no idea what I was nearing.

I walked up to the single lone pine,

in the center of a step incline.


As my steps crunched in the snow,

I stated in awe of an afterglow.

A specter appeared before my eyes,

yet I did not run and hide.


For this man I knew all too well, he was Robert Frost as close as I could tell.

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