our first "Frost"
Many of you may know, many may not (but you will now) that it took me 10 - yes you read that right 10 - years to finish college. I'm a college connoisseur of sorts! Though I tried out numerous colleges (and Universities) one thing remained constant, I was always an English major, so that means two things: I've written a lot of BS in my lifetime and read a lot of BS in my lifetime (with this attitude you can probably start to understand why it took me 10 years to get that piece of paper). Anyway, out of all the things of read and written, I do have some favorites that I hold dear, one of my favorite poets, (who made his home close by in NH) is Robert Frost, so seeing that we got a nice bit of snow yesterday, I thought I'd share this with you....
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.


