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| "The woods are lovely, dark and deep... " |
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| "Whose woods these are, I think I know..." |
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| "... (I) watch the woods fill up with snow." |
Here is a poem I have loved since I first discovered it in 4th grade. I memorized it right away and kept it in my mind my whole life through, not only for its beauty, but for the message it carries... as with so many of the poems of Robert Frost.
With the poem, I share some photos from the here-and-now, taken in a portion of my own wooded property.
--Rose Moore, still a fan of the poet Robert Frost
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
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.
