One of my all time favorite poems....I can just hear the harness bells as the horse shakes his head in question, and the deep hush of the snow-filled woods....
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost is my favorite poet. I've been just loving your blog and the music. Reading your posts has been my delight for this winter evening.
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Debra: Oh, you just made my day. I am having a bad day at work so this was just what I needed, bless you!
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