Whose house this is, too well I know.
Memories of when I lived on Sumac Ridge (with apologies to Robert Frost).
I didn’t really notice though,
When bought in summer’s time of year,
The driveway would fill up with snow.
The neighbors all must think it queer
As I go out in wintry gear,
In bathrobe, boots, and hat to make
An early morning pathway clear.
I see now it was a mistake
(Despite the great view of the lake);
The morning paper’s buried deep,
Far down the hill. I’m not awake.
The driveway’s long, the driveway’s steep.
I slip, I fall, I utter, “***bleep***,
As upwards to the house I creep,
And upwards to the house I creep.
Khati Hendry
Characterizations:
funny, well written
Clever poetic take on Robert Frost, exactly describing the pros and cons of your lengthy driveway in nice weather and after a snow storm. Your photos give a clear view of what you have to contend with. Well done!
That poem just called out for an update. Glad you enjoyed it.
Perfect! This is such a clever knock off of the Frost poem.
Thanks. I don’t miss that driveway, but view WAS great.
Wonderful adaptation of the Frost poem, no apologies necessary! You even got the AABA BBCB rhyme scheme down perfectly. If you have any HS English teachers who are still alive, you should send this to them, they would be so proud of you!
Thanks. It was fun. Unfortunately, my English-teacher mom is no longer around to appreciate this triumph (poetry was not her forte, but still).
Very good, very funny, great view indeed!
Glad you got a smile!
I think Frost would approve, Khati!
Wow, that would cool to get his
approval. In his absence, I’ll take yours—thanks 🙂
Any time, my poetic friend!
Wonderful, Khati, very clever and left me with a big smile.
Yay—that was the hope.
Love your poem. I’m familiar with Frost’s poem but had never noticed the rhyming scheme until Suzy pointed it our above.
Thanks. That rhyming scheme always stood out for me, and it was fun to appropriate it for the prompt. I didn’t memorize much poetry, but that one stuck in full.