In this poem, it is about the fear of rough of father's love. Or I also can describe that it is about the author's childhood with having bad treatment from father. To father, it is easy to treat the young child and he can do whatever he wants to his child so he can move the child around with waltzing himself. However, the child cannot stop him and even the child is afraid of him, the child still need to hold the father.
The whiskey on your breath could make a small boy dizzy; such waltzing was not easybut I hung on like death: such waltzing was not eays, explained that the father was drunk and he drag his child and a small boy is dizzy but he just holds his father.
We romped until the pans slid fromt he kitchen shelf; my mother's countenance couldn ot unfrown itself, explained that his father is waltzing with his child too roughly, as much as the dishes can slid down and mother is worried about it.
The hand that held my wrist was battered on one knucle; at every step you missed my right ear scraped a buckle, explained that the father had rough life as his hand and when he missed his step, he can hurt his son but he does not stop and also his son, too.
You beat time on my head with a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me of fto bed still clinging to your shirt, explaiend that he had rough job because his hand is rough with dirt and to him, it is only his happy time so he waltzed his son around. However, his son is just holding father's shirt with fear.
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"The Road Not Taken" By: Robert Frost
This poem is about a person trying to decide what path to take but no knowing what is down both of those paths. The traveler tried to look down both paths but couldnt because of the "bent in the undergrowth." In the second paragraph the traveler is talking about the two different paths and how he or she should pick the one that was "grassy and wanted wear." In the third paragraph it says, "And both that morning equally lay." The traveler doubted if he or she would ever come back down that road to the place to two crossing points. My favorite paragraph is the last one. "I shall be telling this with a sight Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads divereged in a wood, and I- i took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." I can relate so much to this last paragraph for private reasons but I can really relate to what Robert Frost is saying. That is why I really like this poem.
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