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Robert Frost

//**Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening**// Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

 He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

 The 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.  The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

**Robert Frost Biography**  Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California on March 26, 1874. However, he moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts in 1884 after his father’s death. Robert Frost died on January 29, 1963. He had a good childhood. Robert Frost attended Lawrence Middle and High School. Robert Frost knew when he was young that he wanted to be a poet because he graduated from high school as class poet. Frost was a good student because he graduated as co-valedictorian. He also graduated with his future wife. He later attended Dartmouth and Harvard. In addition to being a poet, Robert Frost was a farmer, newspaperman, teacher, cobbler, and an editor. He needed a good salary because Robert Frost had a large family to feed. Robert Frost married Elinor Miriam White who was a major inspiration for his poetry until her death in 1938. They had six children together. However, two of the kids died during infancy. An interesting anecdote about Robert Frost is that he was asked to read a poem during the inauguration of John F. Kennedy. However, Robert Frost was 86 years old, and the day was very cold with blinding sun. Robert Frost could not see the typed words, so he recited a memorized poem instead. Despite, this problem Robert Frost was a special poet who received four Pulitzer prizes. He published many books including __A Boy’s Will__ (1913), __New Hampshire__ (1924), __West Running Brook__ (1928), __A Further Range__ (1936), and many others. In conclusion, Robert Frost was a gifted poet who accomplished many things in his life. <span style="color: #480bbc; display: block; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative; text-align: center;">Robert Frost Styles & Influences <span style="color: #480bbc; display: block; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative; text-align: center;"> Robert Frost is an amazing poet, starting when he was 11, he started enjoying reading poetry and in his high school years, he started writing his own poetry. No one is quite sure about his inspiration to write poetry but some influences on him included contemporary british poets, his wife, his family moving and many other life changing events to him. Robert Frost really enjoyed the works of contemporary British poets like Edward Thomas, Rupert Brook and Robert Graves. In his poems, Robert Frost talks about everything from forgotten houses and roads, to calm winter nights and the end of the world. His poetry covers a very broad range of topics and that is one of the things I like best about him. Robert Frost’s poems tend to be free verse, they don’t really have a set of rules to them. Along with broad topics, there are broad styles that he uses, depending on the mood of the poem, Robert Frost will change the way he writes his poems. Robert Frost very often will not quite follow the rules, but not quite break them, he twists them. More often then not however, he will use common strategies like in a stanza, lines 1 and 3 rhyme and lines 2 and 4 rhyme. Other poets call Robert Frost a national celebrity and a great performer. President John F. Kennedy once said, "He has bequeathed his nation a body of imperishable verse from which Americans will forever gain joy and understanding." Robert Frost may be dead but his style of poetry will never be forgotten. <span style="color: #21eb05; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 20px; line-height: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative; text-indent: 0.5in;">

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<span style="color: #c60cd4; font-family: 'Times New Roman',helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 40px;">**Fleeting Days** <span style="color: #c60cd4; font-family: 'Times New Roman',helvetica,sans-serif;">**By Micaela Tobin**

<span style="color: #f221b7; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;"> As my toes touch the sand The silky, sifting substance runs through my hand I’ve traveled far on my two feet And look at the place that I now stand

The waves crash right on beat The sun shoots down rays of heat I wade in the water that is pleasantly cool A seagull carries something to eat

The beach is like a box of fixing tools It makes the summer like a king that rules August means kids playing forever happily But that is the factor that always fools

Autumn rushes in very madly August exits so quietly Cold, dark nights come silently Cold, dark nights come silently

**<span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;">Day ****<span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;">By Jack Madden **** ﻿ **

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;">Waking up but wanting to go to sleep Tiredly I get ready for school without making a peep The day will be long and I will be sad Walk out the door and say goodbye to my dad As I walk to the bus

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;"> Im at the bus stop more dead than alive Waiting patiently for my bus to arrive I close my eyes and dream im at the beach Then the bus rolls up with a great big SCREECH The driver looks more tired than me

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;"> Drive on and on for what feels like an hour Pull up to the school and I still feel sour I walk in the building say hi to my friend Thinking today wont be so bad, just 6 hours till the end 5 hours too many

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-size: 20px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; padding-right: 56px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative;"> The bell rings im late to class I go to the office to get a pass The day drags on and my energy slows When this day will end nobody knows But soon I hope