I woke up with Robert Frost this morning... <br />with sweep of wind and downy flake <br />I woke and I could see without warning <br />His Woods as his little horse gave his head a shake... <br /> <br />The road less taken has brought me here <br />To where I’ve stopped without a farmhouse near <br />Meditating on what has brought me to this queer <br />Circumstance and I pause in solitary fear, <br /> <br />Thinking back to words unsaid and deeds undone <br />Realising that I am fortunate that they are few... <br />I can see that my Self is greater than the sum <br />Of my parts, even though I still have much to do <br /> <br />My word is good and my debts are covered. <br />If I should die tomorrow I’d have few regrets, <br />Except that I hadn’t seen all the worlds’ wonders <br />And that I wouldn’t get to see what happens next <br /> <br />But it seems that there are still deeds to do, <br />My little horse has become a fiery steed... <br />Carrying me in crusade against those who <br />Bind spirits that should be able to live free <br /> <br />Unfortunately, crusaders take some chances, <br />Whether right or wrong, they’ll meet resentment... <br />They threaten the status quo with golden lances, <br />Left broken on the sturdy revetments <br /> <br />Of the society that they would wish to change. <br />For there are those who feel that they’ll be burnt <br />Since they have much at stake and feel the danger, <br />So they will become dangerous in turn<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-2-waking-with-robert-frost-written-9-11-2001-7am/
