An Apology to Robert Frost and His Little Horse (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 2)<\/p>\n
On the darkest evening of the year *
\nIn the cold New Hampshire air
\nRobert Frost (no pun intended)
\nWas on his way somewhere
\nWith his little horse and wagon
\nWhen he stopped to admire
\nThe snow falling into a panoramic glow
\nCreating spots of light
\nOn this darkest night
\nThe days would be getting longer tomorrow he thought
\nBut the cold would continue
\nBeyond the winter solstice
\nAs the crunch of the snow
\nTurned to the slippery hardness of ice
\nAnd then he reminded himself
\nHe had someplace to be
\nSomeplace to go
\nA few days before Christmas
\nHe still had presents to buy
\nAnd send
\nHe had business to conduct
\nBefore the year ended
\nHis little horse
\nWith whom he often shared discourse
\nWas confused
\nHe knew Robert
\nWould often stop to smell the roses
\nAnd share an apple or two
\nBut stop and admire the snow
\nWas not something the little horse
\nCould abide as he did not like
\nTo slide through the ice
\nSo he shook his bridle
\nTo wake up Robert from his reverie
\nTo remind him he had chores to complete
\nBefore he could nod off to sleep.<\/p>\n
* From Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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