Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter | Poem by Robert Frost
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter Poem ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ The west was getting out of gold,The breath of air had died of cold,When shoeing home across the white,I thought I saw a bird alight. In summer when I passed the placeI had to stop and lift my face;A bird with an angelic … Read more…