A Poem for Our Second Term

We are deep in Maryland’s Snow. Deep. And Cold. Cold! The low today was/is 4 degrees. We are feeling winter more this year than we did last year. I have learned a small thing or two about adjusting, relocation, and big moves. No matter what, it’s all about time. Time. It just takes time.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

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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.

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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.

DSCN3609He 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.

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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

DSCN3614And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

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