12/3/16 - DaDecBloPoMo day 3 - #keepDawnweird - My favorite poet

I don't "get" a lot of poetry.  I think modern poetry is just a bunch of words that they call poetry.  I haven't read a lot of poetry so that is just my sideline call of it.  I haven't written any poetry because it would come out like this...

Roses are red,
That's what he said,
Violets are blue,
Just like your shoe.

I'll let the writing of poetry stay with those that know what they're doing.  At least until after I finish this book.

Robert Frost is my favorite poet.  I've got a book of his poetry and I've actually read most of them.  My favorite, by far, is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 
By Robert Frost 
       

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.

 

Can't you imagine being there?  Hearing the sound of the snow as it's falling?  I love the image that it brings to my mind.

 

Writing prompt for 12/4/16...

 

Write a poem (hopefully not like mine)

 

or

 

Post a poem from your favorite author

 

Don't forget to link back to me.  Grab the DaDecBloPoMo for your site.  And as always remember the hashtag #keepDawnweird.