taking a break from the regular blog to recite one of my favorite all-time poems. We got several inches of powder snow overnight here in the Nashville area. It is absolutely gorgeous on the mountains, hills and woods in the area. Both last weekend and today it made me think of my favorite poem by Robert Frost:
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 farm house 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
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