Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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’s 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’s 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)
love, love , love this poem.
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It’s one of my favorites, too! 🙂
Somehow it popped into my head today when we packed up to go home from the barn – the stillness of the surrounding forest in the twilight, the horses huffing, … luckily I had my camera in the car to catch the mood.
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Merry Christmas to you! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you kindly! 🙂
And a very joyous Christmas to you, too!
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Frost never gets old. Except real frost of late winter.
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Well played, sir! 🙂
And yes it does. If I had a nickel for every time late frost killed my poor little tomato plants I’d have … well, almost enough to buy a tomato.
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Ah, 🍅 Tomatoes under the tree for you!
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Awwww ❤
I had asked the Hogfather for freeze-resistant tomato plants last year, but my order must have gotten mixed up because I only got a bottle of ketchup.
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Hogfather is great!
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Love this poem. One of my favorites.
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Timeless, isn’t it?
Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
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