Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Day in Oliver
I love this poem of Robert Frost.
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, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost.
This photo is of my kids and their cousins and my brother playing pond hockey. It is located just down the road from my parents house and was a pond that we skated on many winters as kids. I have fond memories of being out there is the cold, bumping along (frozen pond ice is bumpy) and having loads of fun. I am grateful my kids are able to experience it too.
Happy New Year!