July 04 '09
Friday
02:10 pm

Stopping by on snowy Evening....

Who's woods these are i think i know
His house is in the village thou,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow,

My little horse must think is 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 asked 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........



..........I R I S H..........