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While enjoying English Breakfast Tea and a Cherry Pipe, I reflect on youthful memories gone by and the winter season. I share one of my favorite poems. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening— By Robert Frost. 

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FULL POEM:  

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 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. 

I shared this poem from a book in my private collection titled Complete Poems of Robert Frost, Holt Rinehart, Winston, Published June 1949.