Is there an acrostic poem of Robert Frost?

Rural landscapes, painted with his words,

Observations keen, like winter's birds.

Beauty and sorrow, intertwined as one,

Each verse a journey, under the setting sun.

Reflections deep, on life and its ways,

Thought-provoking lines, in timeless maze.

Forest paths winding, through frost-kissed air,

Reaching for wisdom, beyond compare.

Onward he walks, with nature as his guide,

Simple yet profound, his spirit cannot hide.

Touching our souls, with his poetic grace,

A timeless legacy, in every place.

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