A treasured gift from my sister Dixie.
By:Jacqueline Bennett newsandviewsjb
How great that my birthday month of March is also National Reading Month. In recognition of my love of the printed word I plan to publish at least one post each week throughout March pertaining to reading.Today’s celebrates poetry.
My sisters Dixie and Candy with my mother looking out over Hogback Mountain in Vermont.
Titled “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, one of my favorite poems was written by American poet Robert Frost. A few autumns ago my sisters and I were browsing at a gift shop and a beautiful hard covered book of this poem illustrated by Susan Jeffers caught my eye. Come December I found a copy of that book under my Christmas Tree – a very thoughtful gift from my sister Dixie. For that reason, it is also now one of my treasured books.
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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