A pristine emerald pasture sits gently nestled in a high valley between the jagged snow covered mountains which dutifully stand guard over it. Overhead, the aqua-blue sky sheds beams of warm, golden sunlight as light wispy clouds gently float by. A gentle breeze wafts through the valley, carrying with it the sweet smell of lilac, honeysuckle and the fresh, sharp scent of pine trees. The high pitched screech of lone hawk riding the wind in search of prey can be heard in the distance. A babbling brook trickles and bubbles nearby as an elderly gentleman sits comfortably on a fallen birch tree looking out at the scene. The man sits like a statue, never moving, lost in some sort of dream induced paralysis. The man is drinking in the splendor in order to quench his never-ending thirst for nature. He realizes that life can be no better than at that precise moment. The scene is purely fictional, but one could very well imagine Robert Frost being this gentleman, at one with nature, contemplating life and the human spirit.
             Was Robert Frost a lover of nature? This question has been one that has been argued for many years. Many critics like James Cox, argue that Frost actually "hated nature and that he has just been misunderstood, or misinterpreted over the years" (qtd. Meyers 127). Others see Frost as an "extreme lover of nature, because he involves nature in every aspect of his writing" (Barry 12). Several of Frost's poems show different aspects of his writing. "Birches," shows how he runs to nature in order to escape from the world of man. Frost also feels that a simple moment face to face with nature is all anyone needs to understand life, using the poem "Two Look at Two." Lastly, "Mending Wall," shows how nature can actually act to keep the human race together. Frost is indeed a lover of nature, both student and teacher who's subject is human nature.
             Jeffrey Meye...