The Runaway
Robert Frost

"Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,
We stopped by a mountain pasture to say, 'Whose colt?'
A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall,
The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head
And snorted at us. And then he had to bolt.
We heard the miniature thunder where he fled,
And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray,
Like a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes.
'I think the little fellow's afraid of the snow.
He isn't winter-broken. It isn't play
With the little fellow at all. He's running away.
I doubt if even his mother could tell him, "Sakes,
It's only weather." He'd think she didn't know!
Where is his mother? He can't be out alone.'
And now he comes again with the clatter of stone,
And mounts the wall again with whited eyes
And all his tail that isn't hair up straight.
He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies.
'Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,
When other creatures have gone to stall and bin,

Ought to be told to come and take him in.'

I chose this poem because I love the sensory deal of it. This is the category of another poem by an author we read in this unit.

How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

I chose this poem because it's really beautiful and heart felt. This is in the category of a poem by a poet we have not read in class.

Always Follow Your Dreams
Jon M. Nelson

Always follow your dreams,

Don't let them fade away.
If you lose sight of your goal,
It will haunt you some day.

Always follow your dreams,
As you shoot for the stars.
Nothing will be out of reach,
If you're willing to go far.

Always follow your dreams,
You just have to believe.
No one can ever stop you,
If you're willing to achieve.

Always follow your dreams,
No matter how silly they appear.
When others push them away,

Just pull your dreams near.

I chose this poem because it helps me believe in my dreams. My dream is to become an interior designer, and I am going to thrive for that dream. This poem fits in the category of a poem on a topic that matters to me.

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