Robert Frost was an American poet that first became known after publishing a book called "A Boy's Will  in England. He soon came to be one of the best-known and loved American poets ever because he often wrote of the outdoors. There are several similarities and differences in these poems;"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening , "Birches , and "The Road Not Taken . They each have their own meaning and represent separate ideas and each tell a different story. However, they are all indicative of Frost's love of the outdoors and enjoyment of nature, along with his wistfulness of growing old. Each of these three poems are alike because they all portray the beauty of life in an outdoor setting. The idea of the woods are used to represent the idea of literal and figurative trees that also represent a journey to peace or a climb to heaven. In "The Road Not Taken , the woods are merely the setting that the poem takes place in. He writes: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both The setting is described as a "yellow wood (ll 1) because fall gives readers a visual as to what this season looks like. We can see orange, yellow and red leaves lying all around the ground and can imagine the gray bark of the trees due to the weather. "Two roads diverged in a wood (ll 1) gives the meaning that the trees also hide the road as it passes from sight around the bend. This symbolizes the uncertainty of the future; you can look ahead, but there is no way to know what is around the next bend. "Birches  is entirely about the woods and trees because the name implies, this is the main focus though the story. They are shown as an opponent for a boy that was once beaten, though very resilient, will never rise again due to this memory. He describes these birches as being weighed down with the results of an ice storm, but that he thinks of them as being bent over by this boy. His use of the ice storm and the boy seem to represent his wistfulness of growing old and his desire to go back in time and be young again. This poem was written when the author was about 45 years old; about the time that he would have a mid-life crisis. He writes: So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. He can see that he is no l