On Cold Mountain Road no one arrives those who walk it are called ten names cicadas sing crows don't screech yellow leaves fall white clouds sweep rocks are huge woods are deep I live here alone I'm called the Guide look around what are my signs | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |