January 24, 2012




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. 

-Robert Frost








Have a great day dear friends!

Love,
tj

4 comments:

  1. Sweet poem
    Have a lovely day dear xxx

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  2. Thank you for sharing that. Makes me think of my horses.

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  3. One of my very favorite poems. Makes me feel all warm inside.
    Thank you for posting.
    Blessings
    ~a

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  4. BEEEEUTIFUL share, TJ!

    The photo is so warm and dreamy!

    And do you know what? I totally remember reading this Robert Frost poem while in high school. It was so lovely to read it again.

    Hope you had a warm and cozy day!

    (((( You ))))

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