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| A Leaf on a Snow Packed Trail |
A leaf on a snow packed trail
Its vibrancy long gone
It lies all crinkled and brittle
Awaiting to be trampled on
Returning it to dirt
I am a leaf on a snow packed trail
Sorry for the poor Robert Frost impression. While heading to Burlington, I headed to the Robert Frost Interpretive Trail for a short stroll. Frost lived in the area for a couple decades after leaving New Hampshire. Here's some real poetry:
I like this one:
When I was in college I had to write a paper on The Road Not Taken. English was my least favorite subject at the time and I did not get anything out of reading it. I asked a woman at work since she read a lot to help me with the paper. It did not matter to me that the only stuff she read were junk romance novels. She told me Robert Frost needs to lighten up. "This poem is depressing." I went with that. It's quite embarrassing now. I have experienced the choice of two paths and felt as Frost did many times since.
Did you write that first bit? If so, it's quite good. Quite excellent, actually.
ReplyDeleteI loved English class. However, I didn't like how English teachers thought it of any worth to give me their rendition of what a poem meant. People interpret poetry through their own experiences and understanding of themselves and the world. That's what makes poetry so great. From one poem can spring forth many powerful meanings.