Monday, December 22, 2008

Miles to go before I sleep

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 lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I was recently reminded of this poem by this blogger. It was the first poem I ever memorized. I was in the fifth grade. I chose the poem because it was one of my dad's favorites. After a long day, he would quote the last two lines. Many of us probably feel the same way as we rush around to get ready for Christmas. Just remember to take a moment to stop by the woods and enjoy the view for a few minutes.

(Photos are of my little collection of houses, under the tree in my kitchen. The sparkly pink tree was purchased here.)