The Grower's Daughter

The Grower's Daughter

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

A Winter Wonderland


Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
ROBERT FROST

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.



The back woods are so peaceful when the air is crisp and every branch and bough is covered in a blanket of white snow.



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