Tuesday, February 06, 2007

White Wood

I'm not huge on poetry, but I have a favorite poet that I love, I think mostly because his poems are about nature, and every day sort of things. There are no lofty ideas, just beautiful word images. My favorite poet is Robert Frost, and among my of his works are "Birches", "Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood", and "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening". I am privileged to live in an area where there are beautiful trees around my home. When it snows I am always reminded of my favorite Robert Frost 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's 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's 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.


Anonymous said...

Hi Betts,
Thank you sooooo much for the pictures of the woods. I KNOW you love those trees and hills as much as I do. Thanks for loving your place so much!!!

Betty 'Rie said...

I DO love them gmpoo!I can't imagine living any other place on this earth than right here in my beautiful woodland home with my hunky husband and precious children! Now if only I could some how get my moms to come live right next door we'd be all set! If we won the lottery we'd build a house for you down by the oak tree!