Poetic Inspiration: Robert Frost

a poem in the spirit of Robert Frost—where nature speaks, choices echo, and simple scenes reveal deeper truths.”

At the Edge of the Field

The stone wall runs its crooked line, half-buried in the grass, as if it never meant to last, yet holds the boundary fine.

The maple leans, the birch stands tall, their shadows cross the ground; I pause, unsure which path I’ve found, and hear the crow’s harsh call.

The road bends gently out of sight, no sign to mark the way; I linger in the fading light, and choose by heart—not day.

For every step is small and plain, yet carries what we keep; a field, a wall, a whispered name, a promise sown to sleep.