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Slowing Down To Notice the Trees

In From the Field, Tree Poetry by Forest Keeper4 Comments

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 …