Poetry Friday
16May
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
May 16, 2008 at 09:36 (To Hear Us Talk)
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are.
Insisting always on our own way so,
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an axe.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole.
And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.
--Robert Frost


Reader Comments (5)
I know you're serious but your comment totally made me laugh. And that's a GOOD thing. Maybe we should go to www.get-a-goal.com for help? ; )
like a star. Choose something like a star. (says Robert Frost)