"A Late Walk" Robert Frost

A LATE WALK
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

HEN I go up through the mowing field,

The headless aftermath,

Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,

Half closes the garden path.

 

And when I come to the garden ground,

The whir of sober birds

Up from the tangle of withered weeds

Is sadder than any words.

 

A tree beside the wall stands bare,

But a leaf that lingered brown,

Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,

Comes softly rattling down.

 

I end not far from my going forth

By picking the faded blue

Of the last remaining aster flower

To carry again to you.

Vermont Reflection

“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. 

Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.”

Unknown

Angel

"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."  

Michelangelo

Sophisticated Lady

"She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, 

and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl."  

Harper Lee

To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)

Chapter 12

Red Door Garden

"If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden." 

Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Secret Garden (1909)

Helen Keller "To See"

 

"It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision." 

Helen Keller 

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood, Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

.Robert Frost