A ride in the woods on a snowy morning. They are predicting snow within the next week, though it probably won't amount to much.

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

A visitor yesterday.

rob333, I had to memorize that poem when I was in the 3rd grade, and I still remember it....

Spotted at the Singapore Airport - that place had more art than an art gallery!

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