Who stands there in my woods
While far I am from the village glow
I see him there, stopping here
To watch my woods fill up with snow.
His little horse stirs and moves his feet
As if to seek a farmhouse stable near
Or frightened of the frozen lake
And this darkest time of year.
Hark, I hear the shaking harness bells
His collar rings in the silent night
And I see the solace of the boy
In the soft snows chilling bite.
These dark woods of mine have beauty
Twixt the frozen lake, neath falling snow
But look the boy and pony move along
Then halt and look again before they go
They look, but soon they move and go
Through darkened woods in falling snow
For they’ve long miles to go
For they’ve long miles to go.
Copyright © 2017 Grant Fenton – All Rights Reserved
Inalienable Write 
Wow! That was amazing! Well done!
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Thanks very much. It was a lot of fun to write. It is of course Frost’s imagery that makes it work I think.
It took some discipline and focus to try and make it connect to Frost’s poem. You should try it. Find a poem and write your perspective as though you’re a voyeur to the moment that’s being described in the original. Lots of fun.
G
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I’m gonna take you up on that! Wish me luck!
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Fantastic. Keep me in the loop. I look forward to reading it.
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Hopefully have something ready for a post next week. Thanks for the inspiration.
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Good luck. Just to help you on your way, I cut and paste the original poem and then try and line up the syllables and event the type of words directly opposite. That way I stay as true to the rhythm of the original poem. Pick a short one to start as it can be challenging to stay true to the idea.
Good luck.
G
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I read the poem a few times, and each time it gave me a different feel, I felt the cold of the snow, the darkness of the forest, but there was also a nice feeling of gentle calmness within the crisp environment, and the line ‘Through darkened woods in falling snow” grabbed me, and for some strange reason, I’m repeating the line in my mind, hmmmm, strange, because I’m not good at remembering lines or words……..
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Thanks Ivor. It was a lot of fun to write.
G
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