For the #FallWritingFrenzy
Photo by Patrick Tomasso
Stopping by a Leafy Wood
By: Carolyn Stearns
“Our teacher read us a book by Robert Frost today. Do you think his brother’s name is Jack? My friend Alex raised his hand, ‘Can we get a frost-free book?’ Our teacher made an ugly face scrunching up her nose. She said all we had to do was listen. I thought I wouldn’t, but I did. Now I’m sitting here on my bike and remembering what it was like after the big snowstorm last winter.
This road just rolls on and on, going no-where special. Dad says we live here because it’s a good place to raise kids. I guess because I can ride my bike and fish and stuff like that. There’s a girl with a horse up the road a way, but I don’t think she has a sleigh. Does anybody use them anymore? I’d like to try that, but I can’t tell Alex, he won’t get it.
What made Robert Frost write about a stopping by a snowy wood in the night. I don’t know who owns these woods or what wild creatures call them home. You won’t catch me stopping by this wood at night. Bears, just the thought makes me peddle home fast at sunset.
