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!



  1. Sweet poem
    Have a lovely day dear xxx

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

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

  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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