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Education

Words are not needed to tell a bee
The way to a flower or a blossoming tree
When the smell of spring is in the air
And the brook runs clean and the earth is fair.

Not to tell the birds the way to fly
Before the wintry drifts pile high,
When the cool snow covers the land to stay,
The birds have long since flown away.

Why is it then that you must help man
To find his real place in nature's plan.
God gave him domain over all the earth.
So he must work to preserve its worth.

Thank You once again Paul!!! You give those of us in the Northern Climes much to ponder as We "stop by the woods on a snowy evening!"

BillyBuzzy

Beautiful! Robert Frost is my favorite poet, and I'm sure he would have been proud of your composition. Thank you for the lovely share.