Moments like those remind me of the 4th Grade. I had to memorize "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. I practiced over and over until I was able to recite it to my teacher. I always have remembered bits of that poem and they often come back to me in the winter quiet of our country home.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | <><><><>> >>>||
by Robert Frost | ||
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.
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Note: All photos taken by La Femme Rioux.
Beautiful. That last picture is so pretty, they all are but I particularly like that one.
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