tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37116884.post1770400841361064705..comments2023-11-01T02:24:23.442+11:00Comments on The Ministry of Incompetence: The Road Less TravelledDavid Castorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17367908059008038221noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37116884.post-85346764798883942102008-04-19T21:45:00.000+10:002008-04-19T21:45:00.000+10:00Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods th...Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening<BR/><BR/>Whose woods these are I think I know.<BR/>His house is in the village though;<BR/>He will not see me stopping here<BR/>To watch his woods fill up with snow.<BR/><BR/>My little horse must think it queer<BR/>To stop without a farmhouse near<BR/>Between the woods and frozen lake<BR/>The darkest evening of the year.<BR/><BR/>He gives his harness bells a shake<BR/>To ask if there is some mistake.<BR/>The only other sound’s the sweep<BR/>Of easy wind and downy flake.<BR/><BR/>The woods are lovely, dark and deep.<BR/>But I have promises to keep,<BR/>And miles to go before I sleep,<BR/>And miles to go before I sleep.<BR/><BR/>Robert Frost (1923)Ebehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00236512192923573482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37116884.post-60679972465677137322008-04-19T21:42:00.000+10:002008-04-19T21:42:00.000+10:00So you are getting into poetry now too?! Your area...So you are getting into poetry now too?! Your areas of interest are getting too close for comfort :PEbehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00236512192923573482noreply@blogger.com