Pea Brush Comments

im better dan u lol nubby

i like to fard to my but hole

i shidded and fardded in my macori saild

I like how the poem features nature. I am actually writing an essay about this poem and I agree with 7th Grade Student, the title intrigued me as well.

The title entriged me.

........the atmosphere is created beautifully, very nice ★ Pea Brush - Poem by Robert Frost I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself about the birch He said I could have to bush my peas. The sun in the new-cut narrow gap Was hot enough for the first of May, And stifling hot with the odor of sap From stumps still bleeding their life away. The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill Wherever the ground was low and wet, The minute they heard my step went still To watch me and see what I came to get. Birch boughs enough piled everywhere! — All fresh and sound from the recent axe. Time someone came with cart and pair And got them off the wild flower's backs.