Frost's Shooting Range

Rode around Frost's farm.
Windows are boarded white.
Closed sign. Historic landmark.

The grass out back is mowed to look like a shooting range.
Hard to see the birch trees through all the saplings.
Shot up young since Route 28 was paved over.

Something about honor and profession and the poet Frost
And his swinging trees colored over with brittle pines
To keep the scenic route of a poet looking scenic.

A skyscraper touched a sequoia
With a certain kind of light
In a certain kind of eye.