This is the poem I know quite well and fond of; first, it was sited by the Empress in 1997(?) on her IBBY keynote speech. It reminds me many very pleasant moments, sweet memories of my life and fondness toward little things.
The word “pasture” also reminds me my dearest old friend Ann’s word. She told me about the pasture behind her house in Vermont soon after we met, about 20 years ago, and since then seeing “pasture” was my dream. I saw many pastures since then, including the are behind her house, and my thought fly to my own hometown and elsewhere with soft, nostalgic feelings.
The poem, Pat chose. 
This is Vermont! 
Vermont is a “Green mountain state,” but the color in this book is more yellowish!
I’m not quite sure it it would be OK to put these photos but since this site is like a private site for me it will be all right, I guess.
A Vermont poet; Robert Frost
The difference between the words “pasture” and “meadow” is; wild animals come to pastures and only wild flowers and plants are in the meadows, John said.
2020/6/6 Talked about the poem ”The Pasture.”
