Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening . By: Jordan Hughes. Stopping by the 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 .
By: Jordan Hughes
Stopping by the 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.
He knows the owner of the house which is located in the woods, and it would be weird to just to stand and look at the house on a wintery day.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop with out a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
The horse thinks that its weird for it to stop in the middle of the woods without a farmhouse near by at this time of night.
He gives his harness bells ashake
To ask is there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
It sounds like an Amish life, but in the winter time in the woods.
The woodsare lovely, dark and deep.
But Ihavepromises to keep,
And miles to go before Isleep,
And miles to go before Isleep.
The woods are Lovely, deep, and dark. It sounds like the person is enjoying his visit by walking through the woods, and its time for him to go he has to keep traveling and keep his promise.