“For the record, here’s Shakur’s rose poem:
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s laws wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.”
Had Frost been a "city person", this poem might have been something he would write.