but no, I was out for stars.

On our way home from a trip to Moosalamoo this weekend, we stopped at the Robert Frost Interpretive Trail near Breadloaf. It was a beautiful day and a nice walk- Frost's poems were posted along the path. One in particular moved me. Though I believe in the power of Google, I can't seem to find it. I'll share it if I do.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.

-Come In, Robert Frost.