Frost's Woods Revisited

As I reach there my fingers itch for a click The lens in hope zooms but soon turns sick My disappointed mind depressingly broods Where have gone Frost’s dark deep woods! What my eyes see can be called at best A skeletal green a parody of forest Where my horse would shake head in doubt Why I pause here it can’t make out! I seriously wonder whose woods are these For logs and timbers fell trees as they please Not many are left in vision’s long range No wonder my horse thinks it strange! My heart shivers in the cold evening clime In fear the forests would vanish in no time There won’t be Frost’s woods dark and deep For when they were going wisdom found us asleep!