Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening
~ 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.
Stopping By Gate On A Snowy Morning
~ Farmgirl
She waits a bit in frosty snow
The hay’s been munched
C’mon, let’s go!
When will kids come out to play?
The barrel’s there, to launch forays.
C’mon, let’s go!
Toasty warm in blanket thick,
The mare waits, salt to lick.
C’mon, let’s go …
On pasture rides with children young,
They plod through snow, alone among
The frigid, biting wind.
But not today.
The chill will surely freeze their heads
So kids sleep deep in cozy beds.
No one’s out today.
It’s a day for rest, rest you’ve earned,
Children riding, horse care learned.
C’mon, let’s go —
Old brown mare, go into the barn
Warm and dry, riding be darned.
No one’s out today.
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