Sunday, March 8, 2009

A Little Bit of Frost This Spring

I came across a couple of poems by Robert Frost in a book I am reading. I will share with my Fiddler kin.

The Pasture

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the clear water, I may):
I sha'nt be gone long. - You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's too young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'nt be gone long. - You come too.

Forgive, O Lord

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

Did the choir you heard perform either of these Katie? Just wondering.

1 comment:

Katie Cramer said...

Thanks for sharing these, Honor. No, the choir didn't perform these, unfortunately. I really like "The Pasture." I like the simplicity of the narrator's voice as he/she describes the chores that must be completed and invites the reader to come along. I'd like to go.