Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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
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.

Illustrated by: K Wilson (age 6)


Also Illustrated by: P Wilson (age 4)


(Yes, it was the same lovely winter poem. I believe she is picturing those woods in springtime.)

We have enjoyed focusing on setting this year as we read literature. The girls have enjoyed expressing the setting of a story or poem through painting, words, and drawings.