and miles to go before I sleep...

I am a sucker for poetry. More then any other form of writing, poetry is my first love. Novels are my best friends, but poetry has my heart. I could go on and on, about poetry, the writers, the deep hiding meanings just waiting to be discovered, but I won't bore you. In college, I started out as a literature major, before realizing, "What would I do with a literature major?"

Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have been so rational and just stuck in out. As I am writing this, it is starting to snow. So I thought I would share my favorite "snow" poem.

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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(this part I am writing here in parenthesis is an addition to what i wrote earlier today. I can't tell the future, but this poem spoke the truth, because, it really was miles and miles before i sleep. with the snow storm today it took my 4 HOURS to get home. usually it takes me 30min! miles and miles and more snowy filled miles before i sleep is right!!!)