For I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

God nodded his approval of as good. So much those heroes knew and understood, I mean the great four, Washington, John Adams, Jefferson, and Madison So much they saw as consecrated seers They must have seen ahead what not appears, They would bring empires down about our ears And by the example of our Declaration Make everybody want to be a nation.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.