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The Woods

All I could do when I saw the picture displayed as the header on my blog was marvel at nature’s beauty. It  made me feel so warm and good. I’m sorry Robert, but I’m going to have to quote you here because you’ve shown us a lot with these simple words.

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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

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So until I see those woods again, I shall dream lovingly of what I have to do and hope that someday, that dream becomes my reality…

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