Stopping By Woods...

Whose woods these are

I think I know

  She leaves her paw prints in the snow.

She decides she will be stopping here

To watch the woods fill up with snow.

My little dog must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods

and frozen lake

The darkest morning of the year.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But she has promises to keep,

And miles to go before she eats

And miles to go before she sleeps.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

~by Robert Frost

rewritten in fun

~Piecefully, Stephanie