Friday, January 18, 2013

Snow Day

One of my favorite poems has never felt so appropriate for my morning.  We've had some STRANGE weather here in North Carolina over the past few months.  I made the mistake of driving to Greensboro for dinner last night and got caught in the...not to sound melodramatic...BLIZZARD.  It was crazy.  I felt like I was in the opening title of a "Star Wars" movie with all the white specs of sleet and snow coming at me!  None the less, I got back to the house in one piece.  We got "the call" that every teacher loves to get later that night saying that Friday was an "optional teacher workday"....which means, I might opt to get out of bed!  This morning was lovely...and this poem is too :)  The following pics were taken early in the morning outside the house.



"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.

Robert Frost

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