Shopping by woods....

by maida   Jun 2, 2008


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
to only others 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.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    This is curiously close to 'Stopping by woods on a snowy evening' by Robert Frost. Actually, it's exactly alike. C'mon Maida, you have to at least give credit to the author at the bottom, say 'I like it, it's good' or something. Don't claim it as your own....that's not okay. 1/5

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