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 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.
For: Frozen ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #128, Preparing for the next exhibit
Mmmm… Winter and Frost … how perfect a combination is that? Wonderful. =)
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thank you, Patrick 🙂
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You are most welcome, Ladylee. =)
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It looks so cold, but also fun. I do love that poem. 🙂
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thank you, Amanda 🙂
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That is my all-time favorite poem. Great pictures.
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thank you 🙂
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