Re: Childrens Book shared by Francesca at Rowe

On Thu, Feb 7, 2013 at 1:53 AM, Joe OSullivan <josullivanjr@gmail.com> wrote:

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 gave 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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Joe O'Sullivan

19 Crawley Falls Rd

Brentwood, NH 03833

Phone: (603) 686-099
josullivanjr@gmail.com