Friday, February 22, 2013

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

*Lesson by Joan Sterling, Feb. 2009 ed. of artsandactivities

1 comment:

  1. Just gorgeous. What a wonderful and memorable way to explore poetry with your 5th graders. Lucky them!

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