Into The Woods (while there is still snow)


(WARNING – there are some graphic pictures ahead that YOU may NOT want to see. Please click away from this page now if that is the case.)

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.

Gator is still sick. She’s eating, which is good. We try a new medication today. And I keep hoping something will work. I can see she’s trembly again, so I’m going to put her back in the fish tank cage.

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2 Responses to Into The Woods (while there is still snow)

  1. pip says:

    my mum often recited this poem to me as a child… I love your images to match it.

  2. Kala says:

    Love the perspective looking up to the top of the tree.

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