Pink Saturday

Snow and Snowmen

That's the theme.

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.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

by: Robert Frost

Happy Pink Saturday and a Happy New Year

to you.

From me and Ms.Wilma

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