How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.
from "Storm Fear" by Robert Frost
Photo Copyright 2011
Wanda Hayes Eichler
Photo taken Wednesday, February 2, 2001 at 9:41 am
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