Whose woods are these?

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 dark, lovely and deep

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Poem by: Robert Frost

This was one of my favorite poems growing up, hope it brings back memories to you.

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