My dad’s favorite poem

In honor of my dad on this Father’s Day, I thought I’d post is favorite poem, “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 5
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. 10
The only other sounds 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, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  I love you.

-Your Kid (and Charmed Yogi)

Photo Credit: Poetik Line Sense
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