Friday, November 13, 2009

Lodged

I found a wonderful little Frost poem today:

Lodged

The rain to the wind said,
"You push and I'll pelt."
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged --though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
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