The views today remind me of my favorite poem. Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost is my all time favorite poem. I first memorized it in 5th grade, when I tried to pass it off as one of my own. Yes, I learned my lesson. Enjoy the poem and the photo.Stopping by the 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 seem stopping here
To watch his woods fill with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To watch his woods fill 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
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.
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