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 to do without an ax.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole
And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.
Muse Day doesn’t exist anymore, but I could not resist this poem after all the wild weather we have had recently.
The perfect poem for the photo of your road! I haven’t participated in Muse Day for a few months, but I think it’s a great meme for us to continue.
Rose – I also miss Muse Day. But I will probably be inspired from time to time anyway.