Friday, January 28, 2011

A Poem & A Photo

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.

"Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening"
~Robert Frost

Photo by Bruce Barone.
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3 comments:

  1. A lovely intermission from the not so lovely task of paying bills. Thanks for the break!

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  2. I can smell the trees.

    How do you do it?

    Garden & Be Well, XO T

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  3. Torrie, I am happy to hear it.

    Tara, I believe I have been given a gift.

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