I'm very tired; should be sleeping, but had to put this here before I leave for Palm Desert:
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's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
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-
-Robert Frost-
1 comments:
Dear Diane, thank you for the photos and for taking me back to all those memories.
I remember mom and dad getting stuck in that driveway, and dad trying so hard to keep it plowed in the winter.
Hope you had a great 4th. Love, Willow
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