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# Private Property
- URL: https://www.hawkword.com/poetry/private-property/
- Published: 2021-07-13T12:00:00.000Z
- Updated: 2021-07-13T12:00:00.000Z
- Description: These trespassers annoy, you know? Yes, I live in the village, so? Why can't they stop elsewhere, not here Why watch MY woods fill up with snow?
- Author: A. Gee
- Tags: Poetry, Allpoetry Import, #Import 2026-04-25 19:56

These trespassers annoy, you know?  
Yes, I live in the village, so?  
Why can't they stop elsewhere, not here  
Why watch MY woods fill up with snow?

Don’t think of me a horse’s rear  
There is no farmhouse, nowhere near  
There’s truly nothing till the lake  
And yet they stop here every year

It doesn’t seem like a fair shake  
There must, there must be some mistake  
Must I rely on wind to sweep  
Signs of their presence, flake by flake

My woods are lovely, dark and deep  
But it's My property to keep  
And so I can't get any sleep  
And so I can't get any sleep

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**Author notes:** As I saw Robert Frost's poem scroll by in the classic pics, I couldn't resist. Tried using exactly the same rhymes as much as possible ----------------------------------- ---------- The immortal Robert Frost classic: Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.