Celebrating Poetry Month with Elephant and Robert Frost…

Robert Frost’s Snowy Woods…with help from Elephant and Gracie…

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.
…and fill

…and fill

…and fill

…and fill

My little horse must think it queer
That Spring will never visit here
Between the woods and frozen lake
The longest winter I do fear.

We give our heavy coats a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of gusty wind and heavy flake.

The woods are snowy, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
Please… a sign of Spring before I sleep,
Please… a sign of Spring before I sleep.

–Elephant, Gracie with help from Robert Frost and  Tracey Campbell Pearson

The original (below) from Robert Frost works well December through February!

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