Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
"Forest At Winter" by Konstantin Kryzhitsky
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 – 1923
Some of my most vivid memories growing up include snow. I did the usual stuff kids do: sledding, making snow forts or snow angels. But one of my favorite things to do was stand still while it was snowing and listen to the flakes hit the hood of my coat or on dried leaves piled on the ground.
What are your favorite memories of snow?
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——-> UP NEXT: Kitty loves all the Christmas packages coming in the mail.
——-> LATER THIS WEEK: Our first snow of the year – a white blanket covers the prairie.
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Beautiful poem. 🙂 I just love looking at snow, it’s so pretty. Driving in it is another story. We got 2 feet last winter- twice!
I loved catching it in my mouth and also putting it in my mouth. My mom always said it had radioactivity. Funny!
Growing up in Maryland, I have fond memories of building snowmen and snow forts. I can remember playing for hours and hours in the cold and snow…
Now, I’d so much rather be warm and dry in the house in front of a fire. 🙂
One of my favorites, thanks for posting it, Suzanne.
I remember ruined shoes trying to ice skate on a frozen hog pen. What a desperate little girl I must have been. Does this let you know that I am old?
Lovely. Robert Frost is awesome.
Grew up in Michigan. We made sundaes out of snowballs and poured warm Hershey’s syrup over the top. Yum!
I have never been in the snow before… I hope it is not too cold for you, your kitties and family.
I have always loved that poem! It is one I memorized in school.
I love to see fresh fallen snow, before it gets messed up by cars, people, or dogs! I don’t mind seeing bird or bunny tracks. I appreciate a peaceful, clean blanket of snow!
We were fortunate to have a snowmobile and plenty of property to run it. I love snow, but I’m with moringbrayfarm, I prefer to look at it through the window while in front of a fire with a cup of really good coffee.
When Brittany and Brian were around 9 and 10 they went out into the woods behind the house and romped with our pup. They ate snow, they threw snow, and took photos of themselved doing it so we could all remember that snowy day in the woods.
I’d never seen that whole poem before. Thanks for sharing.
I loved reading this poem, it is new to me. When I was a kid, I loved laying down in the snow while it was snowing and listening to the snowflakes hit my coat too. I would try to look straight up at the snowflakes or close my eyes and feel them fall on my face and melt. We also used to scoop it up in our mittens and eat it. We also would scoop the snow into our saucer shaped sleds and stir it with a stick to pretend that we were Eskimos and we were cooking dinner.