‘A Fifteen-Year-Old’s Response to Frost’ and Other Poetry by Janice Canerdy The Society March 16, 2016 Beauty, Culture, For Educators, Humor, Poetry 3 Comments A Fifteen-Year-Old’s Response to Frost “This ‘pome’ don’t make NO sense! What junk!” the scowling students muttered. “Two roads in the woods!” one hissed. “Such bunk”– opinions rudely uttered. I quelled the urge to hurl my book. I said, “Can’t you surmise what they might mean? Let’s take a look. What might they symbolize?” One hand shot up–then two–then three! My probing did the trick. Alas! Two kids just had to pee. The other whined, “I’m sick.” The bell rang. As my prisoners fled, “Essays next week,” I screamed. “I ain’t no good at them,” some said. My mind was gone, it seemed. The Seasons Each season comes with unique threats and majesty; each plays its role in Nature’s year-long pageantry. As Nature sends spring flowers, autumn leaves, soft breezes, sunshine, and refreshing rain, she also rages through with floods and grieves with droughts and winter storms. She will retain her power to engender joy and pain. Paradise Places of significance to me Always lift my spirits for a while. Regal settings depicted in books Amaze me, but none can make me smile, Delight me, like Heaven, as described In God’s Word–city of pure gold. There Saints bask in the Savior’s love. For all Eternity, each is called His heir. Janice Canerdy is a poet and retired English teacher living in Mississippi. Featured Image: “A Walk in the Forest” by Niels Christian Hansen NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Benjamen Grinberg March 18, 2016 Ms. Canerdy, i imagine to be a classful southern belle schooled in the old traditions of that time and place. that is my version of “paradise” which, like the poet’s, is paler of shade, than the real thing as described in the holy texts. Reply Terence Marin March 18, 2016 So sad but true about resistance from students learning poetry. But, there are many victories too! Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie March 25, 2016 Indeed! And how very nice of Miss Canerdy to give us such playfulness in her phonetic use of an interesting, teen-like vernacular to advance her noble message. This is not easy, to step into a persona in this way, and take the ball all the way to the goal! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.