(All words and only the words of the famous poem "Stopping by the Woods..." by Robert Frost are reorganized to form this new #foundpoem)
To think his farmhouse is between
the village and the woods,
and near are miles and miles
of a lovely frozen lake
There are queer sounds of wind
to sweep his little bells
and to his sleep it gives a shake
But I sleep without stop
Before these dark and...
the village and the woods,
and near are miles and miles
of a lovely frozen lake
There are queer sounds of wind
to sweep his little bells
and to his sleep it gives a shake
But I sleep without stop
Before these dark and...