While reading other blogs during my work day, I’ve noticed a recent trend for posting a favourite poem. So in order to keep people happy until I finally manage to blog about what I’ve been upto and my ‘alternative book review’, here’s one of mine (appropriate for this weather I think):

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.

– knitagirl.

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