Category: Frost

God’s Garden
by Robert Frost
God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: “To (more…)

Religious marks on their foreheads rosaries in their hands they think devotion is some child’s play. And then they call me crazy what do people know? They cut leaves, they burn candles they worship (more…)

Here is a Robert Frost poem called “West Running Brook” — its a conversation between a couple who are visiting a brook. The poem starts out as a simple conversation, but is ends up figuring out the (more…)

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