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.