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'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



What a beautiful walk I took yesterday afternoon.
The temperature was in the high 30's and as you can see, the sun beamed.
I was passed by only one car and greeted an old man and his old dog.
The only birds I saw were two big, swooping crows.

It was a fine walk.


Have a wonderful weekend.

Encourage one another,
Donna