A Rogers Group Poem

A Rogers Group Poem By Robert Frost,

How young and unassuIDlllg
They waIted in the street,
WIth babIes ill theIr arms,
And baggage at theIr feet.
A trolley car they haIled
Went by With clangmg gong
Before they guessed the comer
They waIted on was wrong.
And no one told them so
By way ot traveler’s aid,
Noone was so far touched
By the Rogers Group they made.

A Rogers Group Poem

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