Snow..............

Stopping by the 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.

by Robert Frost


I love that poem because of the snow and of course the horse and sleigh, "my little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near" then he shakes his harness bells to ask if there is a mistake....why are we stopping??? When I was in high school and read this poem I never thought that I would someday have a sleigh to be pulled by my horse. Well, it was my second horse Copper that got that honor.
Here is Copper in 1979 pulling my sleigh, a very small one but a sleigh; my two nieces, my daughter and a friend are in the sleigh. I was behind the camera lens. What fun we had then, we had built a huge fire farther away down the field that is out of sight; it was really cold that day.
Copper had sleigh bells on too, what a merry sound they made ringing through the crisp winter air!

I don't have that sleigh anymore, would Gilly pull it if I did? Not sure but I think he would and Pokey would be tagging along behind!