"The work goes on, the cause endures..."

[Clio the Leo]

"... and the dream shall never die."

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's 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.

Thanks to everyone who tried.

~ That is All ~

[CitizenLeft]

1. Frost on a night like this. That's beautiful and sad.

What a disappointment... man. No words.

Hang in there, Clio. :hi:

[Cha]

2. Bump in the

road.