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

Colin had to memorize this lovely little poem a couple of weeks ago and recite it out loud.  Love this type of teaching as reading is my second favorite past-time (what’s the first?  I’ll never tell) and I am (If I must say so myself) pretty dang good at memorizing. Of course I memorized it too!   I still have O Captain, My Captain (thank you, Walt Whitman ) memorized from the 5th grade and occasionally recite it to random people in proof that I am not getting old.  

Post Edit: I feel bad after posting this that I didn’t thank my teacher Mrs. Parsons for making me memorize the poem in the first place! She was always my very, very favorite.

Post Edit #2: After rethinking this AGAIN, I realized that the fact that I occasionally recite poetry to strangers (mostly my kids though) might *make* me look old. Hmmmmm…thoughts?