Feb 16, 2014

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.   
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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.   
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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.   
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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.
Feb 25, 2012
Dig’s (Taken with Instagram at Erwoods)

Dig’s (Taken with Instagram at Erwoods)

Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012
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