When I was in elementary school, there was a poem we read by Robert Frost. I fell in love with the poem and soon learned it by heart! Since we are almost in the month of January when we will be having our “Snowflake Poem” contest, I thought I would post this poem to help inspire you!
Walking by the 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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