A Heathan Muse

  • Post published:10/02/2011
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On a Tree Fallen Across the Road by Robert Frost (To hear us talk)  The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are Insisting always on our own way so. She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, And make us get down in a foot of snow Debating what…