My Little Horse Must Think It Queer

Just figured out that I can have “snow falling” on my blog till January 4. It’s a little holiday celebration from the WordPress folks, I guess. So I took them up on it.

Sort of funny that the snow ends on January 4, though. Where are these WordPress people from, anyway? Apparently not Minnesota. It’ll be snowing here until at least April 4.

Anyway, since my Home Page features a horse and it’s now snowing on my blog, here’s a poem that won’t go away now that I’ve thought of it. Everyone knows it, but it’s still fun to read once in awhile:

“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.

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2 Responses to My Little Horse Must Think It Queer

  1. wildstorm says:

    This layout with the snow and the photo above is perfect for the season.

  2. Clockwatcher 23 says:

    Reblogged this on FINDING MY FEET and commented:

    Re-posting an old favorite on a snowy day.

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