Friday, January 31, 2014

Walking through a snowy woods.....
















On our last walk we found that a moose had run through Retired Mountain Man's fence.  Why he had to do that we don't know as the gate was open right next to it......












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.


I've always loved Robert Frost's poem and even though there's no frozen lake near our woods, I thought I would post it.  

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful! Thank you for sharing today.

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  2. You have the most beautiful place in the Pacific Northwest... and the PNW is already the the most beautiful place in the world!

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