Hello everyone! I hope you're having a terrific weekend! I thought you might enjoy reading one of my favorite poems. Robert Frost certainly has a way with words. As you read the poem, try to visualize the setting: the woods and the snowy path, the farmhouse and the darkness. If you're quiet you might even hear the horse's bells.
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.
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