Enjoy and have the week of your choice!
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Tracy :)
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By: Robert Frost (1923)
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.
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| Taken on 10 January 2011 |
6 comments:
I'm torn between hoping for more snow and anticipating spring! After reading that well-known and beloved poem, I think that I'd like the snow. We've been stuck with gray and wet; sigh.
That's one of my favorite poems too. Lovely photo. Funny to see the south resembling Maine!
I love the poem, Tracy! I have a small illustrated book based on the poem.
Hello Bee
One cannot help but love the snow after reading this poem. I am still ready for Spring and Summer after the snow we have received.
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Tracy :)
Hello Sarah
Thank-You! We have not recieved as much snow as Maine--I am thankful for that.
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Tracy :)
Hello Wanda
I would love to see your illustrated book--where did you buy the book?
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Tracy :)
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