EPISODE NOTES:
While enjoying English Breakfast Tea and a Cherry Pipe, I reflect on youthful memories gone by and the winter season. I share one of my favorite poems. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening— By Robert Frost.
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FULL POEM:
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.
I shared this poem from a book in my private collection titled Complete Poems of Robert Frost, Holt Rinehart, Winston, Published June 1949.
