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.
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
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This picture is perhaps my favorite of all the pictures I have ever taken. Really. :) Click here to read more about why this bench is important to me.
Chloe M. Kookogey is a young lady who takes pleasure in a variety of pastimes, chief among them being writing. Though she's currently studying English at school in Michigan, she loves spending her summers with her large family back home and still considers herself a southerner at heart. Her debut novel, Violets Are Blue, was published in April 2012 under the pen-name Elizabeth Rose and can be purchased on Amazon.