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| 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,
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."
To watch his woods fill up with snow."
Happy Thanksgiving.
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1 comment:
Hi Stephen,
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. Hope it's great for you. Love that poem you quoted in this post!
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