Tuesday, March 25, 2014

"The Trafficiad," Hans Ostrom

Re-posting one from several years ago. Dedicated to all commuters.

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," by Robert Frost

We were asked to memorize this poem in third or fourth grade. Because we lived in rural snow-country, the subject-matter seemed perfectly ordinary, except by then, no one used horse-drawn buggies.