Growing up in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York, I felt like Robert Frost must have walked along the same paths beside the same trees I did, when I first read his poems as a child. I loved Robert Frost’s poetry then, and I still do. A tribute to Robert Frost, born March 26, 1874 – things he reminds me of and things that remind me of him.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” ― Robert Frost
“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” ― Robert Frost “These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.” ― Robert Frost
What is your favorite Robert Frost poem?