Don't you love serendipity. I was straightening books in the poetry section and picked up one at random and opened to this poem. I loved it and went immediately and shared it with the English teacher across the hall. She loved it too, as I thought she would. It's great having someone who enjoys poetry that close so you can share your finds.


Poetry's Miracle

The woods where Robert Frost drew rein
To watch the snow drift down
May have been felled and hauled long since
To make room for a town.

Here is poetry's miracle:
Though the trees are gone,
The woods stay "lovely, dark and deep."
The snow falls on and on.

The little horse still shakes his bells
And in the beginning night
A man still searches his heart for words,
Quiet enough and white.

Jean Little from"When the Pie Was Opened"