Fast Friends on Robert Frost's Farm
What is it about farm life that spurs creativity? Countless poets, from Robert Burns (a miserable failure at farming, true story!) to Maxine Kumin, have spent time living on farms and farm culture has inspired vast pages of verse. Perhaps it's the landscape, maybe it's the circadian rhythm of the land, who can know? Farm setting and ritual have become metaphor in poetry from all over the world.
Think about corn fields, chicken coops, and cow tipping and write your own poem with a farm theme. This is a sketch of a pastoral scene set on the farm of master poet of the land and the people himself, Robert Frost.
Fast Friends on Robert Frost's Farm
By Annmarie Lockhart
Every day in the month of May
A little white cat in the sunlight sat
And licked her pristine paws.
Every day in the month of May
A ginger-coat dog trotted past the hog
To settle down next to the cat.
Every day in the month of May
These friendly two, as the hours flew,
Kept watch o'er life on the farm.
Every day in the month of May
The sun would drop, up the dog would hop,
Circle twice and lope home for the night.
Every day in the month of May
The cat would then patter past the hen
To nestle in the hay of the barn.
Came a June dawn, on the dew-dropped lawn
That the little white cat wore a pathway flat
Pacing the still-slick grass.
The sun rose high in the June-blue sky
And still the white cat strode this way and that
Awaiting her ginger-coat friend.
The moon rose high in the June-starred sky
And set in the morn o'er the cat, forlorn,
Sitting down to lick her grass-stained paws.
If you walk with me to the farm you'll see
That a white cat waits up near the gates,
I'm told, for a ginger-coat dog.
Think about corn fields, chicken coops, and cow tipping and write your own poem with a farm theme. This is a sketch of a pastoral scene set on the farm of master poet of the land and the people himself, Robert Frost.
Fast Friends on Robert Frost's Farm
By Annmarie Lockhart
Every day in the month of May
A little white cat in the sunlight sat
And licked her pristine paws.
Every day in the month of May
A ginger-coat dog trotted past the hog
To settle down next to the cat.
Every day in the month of May
These friendly two, as the hours flew,
Kept watch o'er life on the farm.
Every day in the month of May
The sun would drop, up the dog would hop,
Circle twice and lope home for the night.
Every day in the month of May
The cat would then patter past the hen
To nestle in the hay of the barn.
Came a June dawn, on the dew-dropped lawn
That the little white cat wore a pathway flat
Pacing the still-slick grass.
The sun rose high in the June-blue sky
And still the white cat strode this way and that
Awaiting her ginger-coat friend.
The moon rose high in the June-starred sky
And set in the morn o'er the cat, forlorn,
Sitting down to lick her grass-stained paws.
If you walk with me to the farm you'll see
That a white cat waits up near the gates,
I'm told, for a ginger-coat dog.
Posted by Annmarie at 7/8/2009 10:57 PM 
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart Robert Frost
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart Robert Frost
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