• 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. reminds me of being little my dad used to say it all the time
  • Neither Out Far Nor Deep The people along the sand All turn and look one way They turn their back on the land They look at the see all day As long as it takes to pass A ship keeps raising its hull; The Wetter ground like glass Reflects a standing gull. The land may vary more; But whatever the truth may be- The water comes ashore, And the people look at the sea. They cannot look out to far. They cannot look in deep. But when ever was that a bar To any watch they keep?
  • Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
  • Two Tramps in Mud Time is a Goodie to me. I love when his words put you right in the scene with the smells and the colors and the memories that somehow fit your memory too, like a good painting. Anyway, that one has a flawless message as icing.
  • Bereft by Robert Frost Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for, Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore? Summer was past and day was past. Somber clouds in the west were massed. Out in the porch's sagging floor, leaves got up in a coil and hissed, Blindly struck at my knee and missed. Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
  • He's a favorite of mine! I like The Road Not Taken, Fire and Ice, Nothing Gold Can Stay, many others!
  • Mending Walls.

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