I spent today
At Greenfield Village,
It's a living history.
The very buildings
Grand ones knew,
Re-constructed tenderly.
I entered Robert Frost's real home,
Under the shadow of his window tree.
I heard his true voice reciting,
"The Road Not Taken."
And I was taken,
Because of all he's meant to me.
I could have heard him on the Net,
But being there
Made all the difference for me.