Into my own

[diamondustt]

Into My Own
(by Robert Frost..1917)

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or

Comments

[karearyn]

i hope this gets sent to your email. cos i have no idea where i wrote it down...and i hope youre having fun!! my email is

eldenim19@yahoo.ie

so yeah. find me!!