Poetry is better with a Picture...

In the 5th grade, I was made to learn Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Still to this day, I know every word and every line. I took this photo today, and thought instantly of that Poem. Now that I am in College, this poem has a lot more meaning now, than it did then. In my English Composition 2 Class we got more in depth into this poem, and really analyzed it. Which makes it even better. 

But, I think...Poetry is better with a photo.

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.