Revisiting Frost’s Woods

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“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.

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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.

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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.

Mj collage 1The 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.”

Mj collage2Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

1923, New Hampshire
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Wishing you the Happiest of Holidays,

filled with Peace, Joy and Love for All !!

 

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