A Take on Frost

Inspired by the Robert Frost Poem

Plodding along, an endless expanse, 

A dirt road

Weeping, weary,

Nothing to lose

I veer into the forest

No path present, an unruly site,

A freedom-lined flight, 

Beckoning me with the crickets’ cry

Trampling shrubs, ripping branches

Clawing

Freedom is so near

And there it is, in cloudy sight

A mountain of magnificent might

Climb I must, to be free

No path, sheer will my guide

Determined

I ascend to the peak, a wide expanse

180 degrees, arms embrace the sky

In awe of ability, clouds beneath

I actually remember to breathe

But must descend quickly, 

For darkness has a mighty reach

The steep descent devastates

I stumble, and stumble again

And again 

Uprooting rocks, exposing bitter earth

Hypervenilate

Finally the forest in site, 

And I, a devoted serf 

Trampling shrubs, ripping branches

Dreaming on dirt roads, ignoring the cricket’s cry

I took the road less traveled by,

Detour

To the magnificent mountain

But it’s fleeting might

Betrays in the darkness

So back I plod 

To the  road less traveled by