Snowy Woods
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening (Sunday Afternoon)
by Robert Frost (edited by me)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; (across the river)
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. (filled up)
My little horse must think it queer (four-wheeler)
To stop without a farmhouse near (my sunroom)
Between the woods and frozen lake (river)
The darkest evening of the year. (warmest afternoon)
He gives his harness bells a shake (I; the throttle a turn)
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake. (chain saw)
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. (bright)
But I have promises to keep, (homework to do)
And miles to go before I sleep, (lots of work)
And miles to go before I sleep. (lots of work)
This is Tom’s new exercise regimen. The neighbor had somebody come in and cut lots of walnut trees in his woods. They took the big logs and left the scraps. The neighbor told Tom to take whatever he wanted –that he wouldn’t be doing anything with it. Look what Tom has done!
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