Wednesday, November 27, 2013

these woods I think I know

My driveway in the woods I think I know

The first light snow of the season fell last night. 
Looking out on my snowy driveway, I always think 
of the same poem by Robert Frost because, 
indeed, I live in the woods:

"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."

Happy Thanksgiving.

1 comment:

Dorothy said...

Hi Stephen,
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. Hope it's great for you. Love that poem you quoted in this post!