Monday, 21 December 2009

A WINTER WONDER

The road outside my house this morning
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Snowfall may be a routine event in some parts of the world but here in Ireland it is still noteworthy news. This morning I woke up to a changed landscape , crisp underfoot and dazzling to behold ! As Deirdre observed in a comment this sudden whitening of the place has lifted spirits considerably (unless you’re planning a journey!) and so especially for her and anyone else whose heart is cheered by snow, here is a poem on the subject from Robert Frost. ~GOSh.~
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Stopping By Woods

On A Snowy Evening

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Robert Frost
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2 comments:

Firieth Mystways said...

I love the photograph and the poem is one of my favourites. :) We got our first real snowfall a day or so ago. That's late for Ohio, USA. I'm hoping we'll get enough to drag out our old-fashioned sleds, 'cause they're a lot of fun and we have plenty of hills around here.

Tony said...

Lovely poem!