whose woods these are i think i know
his house is in the villiage though
he will not see me stoppung here
to watch his woods fil up with snow
my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
etween the woods adn snowy 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
these 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
Okay i admit that i did not write this. poem it is in fact stopping by woods on a snowy evening by robert frost. But i transcribed it from memory because I am trying to commit as many poems to memory as I can. i promise new original me written poetry will come soon
yay memorizing!
ReplyDeletesuch a good poem thank you for reminding me of it
ReplyDeletelast night i drove to harper's ferry and i thought about you there were signs on the road said on way stop signs the speed limit ept decreasing by 10 as we entered a town about halfway tjerre it was almost raining at the train station we put our hoods on our heads at the train station we threw rocs into the river the river underneath the train tracs
ReplyDeletelove this poem my dad quotes it a lot its very appropriate for a dad. im SO WITH YOU on committing poems to memory!! my rule is everyone should have: 1 song they can play on an instrument, 1 shakespeare sonnet memorized, and 1 poem, at LEAST. i think ur awesome i cant wait for more original poetry too
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