Saturday, January 29, 2011

Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter

Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter   
by Robert Frost
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,

When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed this place,
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic face
Was singing it it sweet and swift,

No bird was singing in it now

A single leaf was on a bough
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree!
It's Snowing AGAIN!...
Another Great Weekend for winter sports in Acadia National Park!


Contact REALTOR GramEpat for Broker Owned vacation rental reservations.
(We have a few spots left for 2011).

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