A Robert Frost Moment

I was walking back from the ski gondola tonight and found this scene.


And I immediately though about Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY ROBERT FROST

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 remembered it in its entirety, which should be a credit to my middle school English teachers. It didn’t impress my 6 year old, who asked how many miles the guy still had left to go until it was his bedtime and would he get a snack first.

But I did remember it and that is something.


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