Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas Memories...

We all have Christmas Memories piled up inside our heads...some we pull out to examine more than others, some we keep for times when we need them most.

One of my sweetest and most bitter memories is of my Grandfather the Christmas before he passed. I'll save the melodrama, if you weren't there it is an impossible story to tell, but I will leave you with these words:

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.
-Robert Frost

1 comment:

  1. Frost is one of my favorite poets. I do like this poem. Thanks for sharing.


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