The Vantage Point Poem By Robert Frost

The Vantage Point Poem By Robert Frost

If tired of trees I seek again manland,
Well I know where to hie me-in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid lolling juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by noon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and 10,
The sun-burned hIllside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruised plant,
I look mto the crater of the ant.

The Vantage Point Poem By Robert Frost

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