Henry:
Point nicely made, Jan! Janet, would I get a frosty retort if I were to say “Wake up”?
Yes
I was joking.
But I have just discovered it's a poem by Frost.
Frosty reception DADA.
At least I know music when I hear it.
"Stopping by 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 sounds 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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I would have recognised the last stanza.
Janet
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited June 12, 2005).]
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