Posted by admin on Apr 19, 2011 in Uncategorized |

Nothing fancy here tonight.

I would just like to express my thanks and my gratitude to my wife, my children, my parents, my grandparents, a few friends, and several good authors.

“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.

Robert Frost
New Hampshire


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