It's the little things

[pace_speranza]

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

Comments

[jhawkerchick]

That's one of my favorite poems ever in life. i love it love it love it and I miss winter.....

Please snow tomorrow oh mighty snow gods.

P.S- I am not a blasphemer I swear.
P.P.S-I am so sore....my neck hurts from tackling.

Later kids.