Stopping by Prompt

Prompt 1  rewrite the poem stopping by woods in free verse:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Prompt 2  See if you can use this poem to bring your own story to life or perhaps just some moment in your memory to life.  If you are tempted to write something funny that parodies the poem then do that, but then try again and see if you can do something serious meaningful, something that really gives us insight into your life or into all life.  You can do this with our with the rhythm and rhyme

Sitting by the Fire on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost’s Cat (Henry Beard)

Whose chair this is by now I know.

He’s somewhere in the forest though;

He will not see me sitting here

A place I’m not supposed to go.

He really is a little queer

To leave his fire’s cozy cheer

And ride out by the frozen lake

The coldest evening of the year.

To love the snow it takes a flake:

The chill that makes your footpads ache,

The drifts too high to lurk or creep,

The icicles that drip and break.

His chair is comfy, soft and deep.

But I have got an urge to leap,

And mice to catch before I sleep,

And mice to catch before I sleep.