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Weekend in the Woods

Posted on18. Nov, 2009 by Tonia.

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.”
-An excerpt from Robert Frost’s poem “After Apple Picking”

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