WAIT-NOT YET

- Snowy Eve -

 

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 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.

 

 _Robert Frost-1874-1963

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• #4 Comment from boiseladie 
  12/20/07 12:52 PM | Permalink

  OMGosh!  This is beautiful!
  http://boiseladie.blogspot.com/
• #3 Comment from mariebm56 
  12/17/07 7:44 AM | Permalink

  I seemed to have missed this one.....lovely serene scene~
  ::::sigh::::
  Ü
  Marie
• #2 Comment from rbrown6172 
  12/10/07 8:47 AM | Permalink

  beautiful photo.
  gina
• #1 Comment from sunnyside46 
  12/10/07 4:54 AM | Permalink

  I think probably my favorite poem
  Marti