Foot steps

        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 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