33/3652021-02-02project365 More of the sameTired pups Share this:Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... One comment That photo immediately brought to mind: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST 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. Comments are closed.