Poetry Sunday - Stopping by Woods in a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

When I was in school my Mom signed me up for a 'Speech and Drama' class. I think that she wanted to rid me of my Yorkshire accent. Which unfortunately didn't work that well, until we moved to the US. Now I have a Yorkshire/US drawl when I am in England people think I sound American and here people always ask me where I am from. When I say the name of my town, they look at me weird and then say...no before that.

Anyway on of the poems I had to memorize in class was 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost.

We had our first snowfall today so I thought I would share;

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.

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