First snow at Beechwood Forest, Dec 10

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert FrostOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

 

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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.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHe 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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