He's our favorite.
Madison's is The Road Not Taken. Ella says she likes them all. My favorite poem is Birches.
We're getting birches to plant this spring, from a client of mine, FastGrowingTrees.com. I hope they grow fast enough that someone can swing on them before she grows up.
I painted birches last month as I was craving spring:
I'm still craving spring. So here is Frost's "To The Thawing Wind."
To The Thawing Wind
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.
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