On January 29, 1963, Robert Frost, my favorite poet died. Many years ago, in a 9th grade Literature class, a football coach/English Teacher “forced” me to memorize one of his poems ….I thank that man even today, since the poem has been my favorites ever since. I hope you enjoy it too:
Stopping by a 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.