I was flipping through my old binder one day when I found one my favorite poems by Robert Frost. I figured since I liked it so much I should draw something to go with it. So here it is ^_^ I'll type up the poem so you can enjoy it to :)
Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those
dark trees,
So old and firm they scarecly
hold the breeze,
Were not as 'twere the merest
mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the
edge of doom.
I should not be with held but
that some day
Into their vastness I should steal
away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel
pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn
back,
Or those should not set forth upon my
track to overtake me, who should miss me
here and long to know if still I held
them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew- Only more sure
of all I thought was true.
-Robert Frost