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Read the poem.
The Runaway
Once when the
snow of the year was beginning to fall,
We stopped by a mountain pasture to say,
Whose colt?
A little Morgan had one forefoot on the
wall,
The other curled at this breast. He dipped his head
And snorted at
us. And then he had to bolt.
We heard the miniature thunder where he
fled,
And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray,
Like a shadow
against the curtain of falling flakes.
I think the little fellows afraid
of the snow.
He isnt winter-broken. It isnt
play
With the little fellow at all. Hes running away.
I doubt if even
his mother could tell him, Sakes,
Its only weather. Hed think
she didnt know!
Where is his mother? He cant be out
alone.
And now he comes again with clatter of
stone,
And mounts the wall again with whited eyes
And all his tail
that isnt hair up straight.
He shudders his coat as if to throw off
flies.
Whoever it is that leaves him out so
late,
When other creatures have gone to stall and bin,
Ought to be told
to come and take him in.
Copyright Info: Frost, Robert. The Runaway.
Elements of Literature. Holt, Rinehart, Winston 1997.
Why is the
horse afraid?. a. | Another colt is chasing
him. | c. | He is hungry. | b. | Another colt is chasing
him. | d. | The people are watching
him. | | | | |
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