Mending Wall
BY ROBERT FROST
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
BY ROBERT FROST
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
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Very timely. And I read, it just came into the public domain.
ReplyDeleteI have never chuckled over that Frost poem before, but I did just now. Is it your subtlety, or your lack thereof?
ReplyDeleteOh, gosh. Walls...
ReplyDeleteLove those gaps. Too funny.
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