Walking in Woods on a Blowy Evening
I know these woods, I think,
I come here twice a day to drink
and take in what is here
and reach the bottom of the creek
My little dog must think it queer
to leave cleared paths through woods and steer
Between the briars and fallen logs
day after day, year after year.
She tugs her leash but comes along
accepting that there’s nothing wrong
and when I stop to study roots
she waits and rolls and sings her song.
The woods seem plain and dark and mute
But then, I promised I would look
and take the dog each day on foot
and make the world of fallen logs.
Most will recognize that the poem above is adapted from Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
I used the same structure and rhyming pattern and I tried to follow Frost’s ideas and adapt them to what I wanted to say.
I even tried to emulate the “voice” of Frost’s poem. Robert Frost is one of my heroes!
A link to his poem is here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171621