Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening...

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 wood 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 downey 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.

From: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robery Frost

(With deep and profound respect.. this page is Dedicated in loving memory of both
Jack & Ella Rose Halloran...
two great American musicians / teachers who... more than 25 years ago...
certainly taught me more than music.

"The woods are still lovely, dark and deep... Yet we have promises to keep...
and miles to go before we, too... shall someday sleep."

Thank you Jack & Ella Rose for that ever present reminder exquisitely set to music.)