Sunday, December 25, 2011

The road less traveled 

Late this afternoon, I walked alone.

The road less traveled, Christmas Day


By Blogger John Foster, at Mon Dec 26, 10:46:00 AM:

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  

By Blogger Stephen, at Mon Dec 26, 10:58:00 AM:

A country road. A tree.


First words from a play everyone has read.  

By Anonymous Old Fan, at Mon Dec 26, 05:19:00 PM:


Christmas comes and goes.

2012 is nearly here.

Time flies by...  

By Blogger pam, at Mon Dec 26, 10:16:00 PM:

"And miles to go..."
Pervect caption, John Foster! And, a lovely picture, TH.  

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