Saturday's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
Mowing, by Robert Frost
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself
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(read by Robert Frost)
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2024/09/mowing-robert-frost.html
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