Name Amigo

Robert Frost Generated Poem

    I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    
    The whir of sober birds
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    
    If all the soul-and-body scars
    He gives his harness bells a shake
    
    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Were not too much to pay for birth.
    Half closes the garden path.
    
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;
    
    Were not too much to pay for birth.
    To carry again to you.