Summary: Today we read a Robert Frost poem and analyzed it. The poem was about a boy whose hand was cut off while using a saw and dying because of it. As we did so, we annotated and took notes. Reflection: The poem was quite morbid, all things considered. I mean, a young (around 13y/o) boy dies because he is doing childhood labor in the yard with like, *the* most dangerous piece of equipment available, and he gets distracted by his sister letting him know that he can finally come inside after like 8 hours of work. Evaluation: I did understand it, though. Life is fragile, and it must be treated as such. We should also make sure to enjoy and cherish our childhoods, as it only comes once, and you don’t have any adult responsibilities that come with adulthood.