Birthdays in March: Robert Frost

When Kerry posted Robert Frost as our March birthday poet at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, I thought I'd found a nice easy challenge I could ace, because who of us in North America didn't study one or more of Frost's poems in high school and/or college?
Alas, when I looked up some of his poetry, I happened upon some with which I've been unfamiliar, and with which I'd have preferred to remain unfamiliar, depressing as they were.
So I thought that left me with The Road Less Travelled, and not much else, until I looked again today and realized how much I like, not the subject matter particularly, but the form of this Frost poem Kerry used as an illustration.
I love the way Frost has somehow made light of a scary proposition, and played with his couplets as well.

Ma told me woman's place is toil

               With pots to boil

And clothes to wash for man and child

She said I'd work until my brain

               Would pray for rain

And then recant, for rain would mean

The crops would grow and in between

               The rows, the weeds

Will fast outgrow our planted seeds

Unless I pull them, on my knees,

And God won't listen to my pleas

               To make them stop

               Before I drop

                             Away.

Kay Davies, March, 2014