Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost 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. |
Emulation of "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" inspired by Robert Frost
What thoughts I have I ought to know, My brain is on vacation though, While I sit down and try to think *They run away; they want to go. My patient cursor sits and blinks Waiting for words to form and link Together to create a poem. *Briefly they grow, but then they shrink * My pillow's lovely, soft, and deep But I have deadlines I have to keep And hours to go before I sleep And hours to go before I sleep **It needs some serious work! I'm looking for some alternative lines for the starred lines and a third stanza... |