Robert Frost Cabin

This place is not as sincere and
Welcoming as I imagined.
'Twas a bit secretive and eerie,
More so than I had fathomed
It is watching me from behind
With it's screened and wooden eyes
That say to come, but never
To depart
Inside withered my thoughts
That were once in bloom.
Through the crack of the door
I swear, I was not afraid...
Bathtub streaked with dust
And the creaking porch outside
Spoke with bitter words
In poetry that still survives.
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