Woods

When I was at school we were taught many poems.  However, one in particular seems to have remained in my mind and comes back to me from time to time.  I can remember when I first read it, even then it resonated with me.  I'd like to share that poem with you.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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. 

Is there a special poem you would like to share with us, please leave a comment below.  Thank you, Cora xx