Whoa we just read that in English class. First Robert Frost poem I really liked. Well, that and Birches.
I don't like poetry too much, and what I do like is the stuff that people HERE have written, I did enjoy the poem I had to present awhile ago in English very much:
My Papa's Waltz
by Theodore Roethke
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.





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