Stopping by a 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

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I have some Poetry

My Life In A Dream

I was walking down the road of my life
A leafy path that was snowy white
and to the left i saw my dreams far and wide
and just to the right all the secrets I hide

Just up ahead were all the people I’d met
As I continued my walk I saw all the goal’s that I’d set
and after I finished my stroll down in the snow
I turned back around with no place to go
I walked into my dreams and went straight on through
out to my beach where I went when I was blue
The waves crashed down and set at my feet
they beat the sand at a stead-fast beat
and as the gulls hovered up and above
My heart was warmed with my one true love

And as I walked on down the sand
I evolved from a boy and into a man

By: Travis Sloas

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