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~







I have dedicated this favorite poem page to my wonderful friend Cindy Lou aka "nowhiners".

This has always been one of my favorite poems. When I was young and would pass by Robert Frost's farm in N.H., I would always feel a sense of comfort having read his poems, because I loved them so much.

Anyone who is blessed by knowing Cindy Lou, is also happy to find themselves experiencing that same sense of comfort. {{{{CLPD}}}} Love you.



"Below you will find some of Cindy Lou's favorites. But, to get to know the true nowhiner, You must not miss her site!
Just go to my Friends Link page and visit...

nowhiners' Dog House !!"










 "Silent Night"




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