This poem is a favorite from an the anonymous she. I asked what poem she liked that had the topic of nature, and this was the answer she gave to me. A tale of a young man traveling through the darkest depths of a snow covered forest. The author of this poem is Robert Frost.
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 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.
-NudgeNudgeWinkWink
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