I took this photo on Dec. 19, 2009. I easily could have taken it tonight. It's snowing again. How about some thoughts from Mr. Frost?
| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | |
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| 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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