Berries in the snow gra 2008
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by 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.
Looks chilly there! Have a good trip back. Happy Thanksgiving.
Posted by: Judi | November 24, 2008 at 09:30 PM
To cold for me! I lived in Columbia, MD for about 2 years- it really is a lovely state!
Posted by: Maija Lepore | November 28, 2008 at 07:09 PM