The Robert Frost Farm in Derry, N.H., where he wrote many of his poems, including "Tree at My Window" and "Mending Wall."
“Once, walking in Vermont, In the snow,
I followed a set of footprints
That aimed for the woods. At the verge
I could make out, ‘far in the pillared dark,’
An old creature in a huge clumsy overcoat,
Lifting his great boots through the drifts,
Going as if to die among ‘those dark trees’
Of his own country….’’
-- From “For Robert Frost,’’ by Galway Kinnell
