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 (1874-1963)1922
This is such a familiar poem to most of us that I wonder if we can read it with fresh eyes. I was given the opportunity to do so - indeed to read it as a child might - when Tom's mother gave us this lovely book.
Inside she wrote, "I think this is so beautifully illustrated" and I agree.
The old man in this book has no thoughts of death whatsoever. He makes his trip into those woods to bring food and shelter to the grateful woodland birds and animals, and then goes home to his loving family.
This is a wonderful book to buy for a little one in your life, or to buy just for yourself. You will see the poem in a new and much more cheerful light. It was just the right book to read on this snowy evening.