Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

This poem is one I recited in 4th grade at Southfield School in Brookline, MA. I always remember the time it took to practice and the feeling I had after reciting it to my class without making any mistakes. I love it and hope I will always remember the beautiful words until I’m an old granny.

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

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.

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