Landing no-foot on our butts…

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
In ’94 the odds, grown higher,
Make predictions more precise,
Backing ice at any price.

While, trudging byways filled with ruts,
Loaded shopping bags in hand,
We perform a triple lutz,
Unintentional, unplanned,
Landing no-foot on our butts.

The snows are treacherous and deep
And streets are chasms to be crossed
At prudent, guarded, cautious creep,
But on we go, whate’er the cost:
This year our bard is Robert Frost.
Felicia Lamport

My driveway, in winter.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back.

Into My Own

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarecely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that sme day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew–
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

–Robert Frost

Make up your mind to die in state.

Provide, Provide

The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag
Was once the beauty Abishag,

The picture pride of Hollywood.
Too many fall from great and good
For you to doubt the likelihood.

Die early and avoid the fate.
Or if predestined to die late,
Make up your mind to die in state.

Make the whole stock exchange your own!
If need be occupy a throne,
Where nobody can call you crone.

Some have relied on what they knew,
Others on being simply true.
What worked for them might work for you.

No memory of having starred
Atones for later disregard
Or keeps the end from being hard.

Better to go down dignified
With boughten friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!

–Robert Frost

Robert Frost