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"Something there is that does not love a wall."
Judging by the ruins Bob was right.
but there are folks who love them all.
They hide behind them crouched in fright
and there are many kinds of walls.

Some are wood and some are stone.
Some are real and others not.
Those which exist in mind alone
are the ones which never rot.
Redoubts of ignorance seldom fall.

The walls one builds to hide behind
too often might keep you from living.
Like cataracks they'll make you blind
turn you insular and unforgiving
leaving you deaf to outside's call.

So if you crouch behind a strong stockade
hiding deep within your private keep
missing the beauty of the glade
feigning life, really asleep
you'll find, in life, you've missed it all.

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How true, and so very nicely Stan. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

I was reading some Frost and this line got me to thinking about all the folks trapped behind walls of their own making. Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for dropping by.........stan

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Well, they're certainly banging up a lot of walls, metaphorically, culturally and electronically aren't they? This is is good advice. Free verse? More form than that I think. Nicely constructed,with a sure touch - melodic, almost a ballad? Couldn't get the context of the first line quote, and second line reference, but then looked it up and realized it was Robert Frost, I really need to read more of him, I only have 'In the clearing' - but I tracked it down and enjoyed it immensely.Perhaps this is good advice for all, and need to knock down some walls that shore up reading habits. All the best.
Chris, Tasmania.

'A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds'

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

Always good to see a new name pop up on a poem. I occasionally mislabel a poem just to see if anybody is paying attention lol. Yes there are a Lot of walls tumbling down recently. I just hope they're all the kind which Need to be demolished . And any time I can get somebody to reading Frost, it's a good thing I think. Thanks for taking time to drop in and read this scribble.............stan

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Or another life's obstecals are walls. The most difficult are those that we build inside with our own hands. Interesting


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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There are far too many walls both real and imagined. between people as well as peoples. Thanks for dropping by and commenting...............stan

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Figured it was about time to write something non-pastoral. Then I got to Reading the Frost poem from which 1st line was taken an a light bulb went off over my head lol. I'll do as always and slowly spot places where I can make this better. Appreciate your visit and I'm pleased you like this...............stan

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