“November” ~ R.Frost



NOVEMBER ~ by Robert Frost

We saw leaves go to glory,

Then almost migratory

Go partway down the lane,

And then to end the story

Get beaten down and pasted

In one wild day of rain.

We heard “T’is over” roaring.

A year of leaves wasted…..




….OH, we make a boast of storing,

Of saving and of keeping,

But only by ignoring

The waste of moments sleeping,

The waste of pleasure weeping,

By denying and ignoring

The waste of nations warring.

NOVEMBER ~ Robert Frost



Every wall is a door. ~ R.W. EMERSON