A Peck of Gold
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold'.
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You're rather innocent, and every cloud has a silver lining for you. Even if things are going really badly right now, they'll get better. Believe it in your heart, and it'll come true! (Q: Who writes this stuff?)
What Robert Frost poem are you?
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LOL! Good one, Peter.
I am:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, 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.
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You're ready to take the road less traveled to become unique. You don't need to be like everyone else- instead, you'll follow the path your heart sets out for you. Your confidence is strong, whether you show it or not. Make sure you keep that confidence, because it's an admirable quality that can't go wrong.
I am "Acquainted with the Night."
hard not to be "The Road Not Taken," but I was really hoping for the fences make good neighbors one
"In A Disused Graveyard"
AD: "Disused Graveyard" . . . ow!
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
first poem I memorized in College English 101, Sept 1961. thanks for the memories:-) esther
Ha, yeah.
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