What a beautiful way to start Christmas week... beautiful white snow. I love the peaceful look of softly drifting snow. It is a winter wonderland.
I have always loved this poem by Robert Frost. He came to visit our class about fifty years ago when I was in grade school. I remember him being this little white haired man. At the time it was insignificant to me, but in later years when I realized who he was, it was a fond memory.
I have always loved this poem by Robert Frost. He came to visit our class about fifty years ago when I was in grade school. I remember him being this little white haired man. At the time it was insignificant to me, but in later years when I realized who he was, it was a fond memory.
Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost 1923
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 sounds a 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.
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