Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
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 a 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.
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 a 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.
Isaac and Abb's are memorizing this poem just like their Dad did when he was young, and there is just something sweet about that. Just a reminder to stop and watch the fresh first snowfall in the midst of your busy day.
Hey, Deena! Do you mind if I put a link to your blog on mine? I've been meaning to ask you how the scrapbook for Mrs. L. turned out, or if you were still working on it...?
ReplyDeleteThat is very sweet! :) Tell Joel we're praying for his hand....
ReplyDeleteSteph- sure~! Funny thing is....I cannot get on your blog! LOL Can you invite me again??? Scrapbook is going well, I plan to have it in her lap by Thanksgiving. Enjoyed your poems in it!!!
ReplyDeleteSherri~ Thanks! Hubby and I appreciate it!!
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