PATH NOT TRODDEN

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    PATH NOT TRODDEN

    OUTSIDE THE STORM RAGED ON
    THE WIND BLEW A MAGICAL SONG
    THE SEAS TOSSED TO AND FRO
    FIGHTING TO DECIDE WHICH WAY TO GO
    OUT IN THE MIST I SPOTTED A LIGHT
    GAVE GREAT HOPE IN THE DIM OF THE NIGHT
    SEA WEED AND ROCKS WERE SCATTERED ABOUT
    AS I STUMBLED AND SWAM I GAVE OUT A SHOUT
    TO TIRED TO MAKE IT. AS MY FEET HIT THE BEACH
    IT SEEMS I WAS LIFTED. IT LOOKED OUT OF REACH
    AS I LOOKED BACK THE SAND WAS CALM AND SO NEAT
    PATH NOT TRODDEN. NOT A TRACE OF MY STEPS, OR MY FEET
    IF YOU ARE TROUBLED, A.ND DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
    JUST CALL ON HIS NAME AND HE WILL CARRY YOU TO

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    eagleeye’s Poems (11)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    looking back 1
    above it all 0
    ALWAYS TAKE TIME 0
    in the minds eye 0
    PATH NOT TRODDEN 0
    HAVE YOU EVER 2
    to whom will know 0
    I NEVER KNEW 1
    SORRY 2
    Creation from above 0
    pages in time 0