LODGED BY ROBERT FROST





The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged, though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.


Something’s got to give, cry today but try and get up tomorrow.

Also, please check out this phenomenal poem by my sister.

Here it is https://irarasblogcom.wordpress.com/2020/08/31/poem-1/

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