An Opening to the Season

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I will open the Holiday Season with

one of my favorite poems

by one of my favorite poets…..

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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

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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As the winter brings its snow and chill winds to visit

The fire, a good book, and a warm drink call to me.

Wind, snow, and chill are outdoors

And so, are very beautiful to see

So, now, as the snowflakes pass in flight

I bid you all a very good night

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