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Two poems and snow

February 12, 2012

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.

Tuesdays with poetry

January 18, 2011



Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.






A Dogs Soul
Author Unknown

Every dog must have a soul
Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances
Are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad,
The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully
Is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place
Where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that
He trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for
Himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul
The comfort he must seek.
He’ll love, tho’he is unloved,
And he’ll serve tho’badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away
The times when he’s abused.
Altho’ his heart may break in two
His love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding Soul!






Ode to Brisket
by Farmgirl

If you’re ever driving through
A town called Wooster — then
Be sure to stop and have a bite
At Bob’s ‘cuz he’s the man.

He makes a tasty barbecue
I  think his brisket’s best.
The sauce is sweet and tangy
It’s not like all the rest. 

So stop and have a great big
Bite at Omahoma Bob’s.
His barbecue is so danged good
You may break down in sobs.

Mansion on a hilltop

June 21, 2009



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,




And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost




Generations of my family have traveled across the [creek] and through the woods to this house of worship on the hill. I was baptized here, married here and take my family here on Sundays. It is small, but mighty.