lamented the leafless peach °
on a fierce December night,
of willful overreach—
tree too prone to freeze and blight
in coarse New England till °
of the poet's windowsill.
would he say of seedling spruce
into our prairie clay,
to shelter grouse or moose
daylong night or nightlong day?
bout of Dust Bowl heat and drought
our boreal transplants out
as the gale from Hudson Bay
Frost's over-ambitious peach.
does the mind refuse to stay
by lines it cannot breach?
yearns for spruce and peach to grow
by side in the summer snow.
= Robert Frost (reference is being
made to Frost's poem "There Are Roughly
= glacial soil composed of sand, clay
printed in The Lyric.
by permission of the author.