Thoughts About The Snow

With all the snow we have received in the Upstate of South Carolina, I have been doing a lot of thinking. One thing I have been thinking about is one of my favorite poems and I would like to share this lovely poem with you.

Enjoy and have the week of your choice!

Best
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.
                        

Taken on 10 January 2011