Thnks for sharing...it is lovely. ----- Original Message ----- From: <Wayxga@aol.com> To: <GABURKE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, December 21, 1999 7:30 PM Subject: The Darkest Evening of the Year > Hello Listers, > Tomorrow is the "darkest evening of the year" and the last one in the 1900s. > i wanted to share with you the Robert Frost poem which I love and taught for > 28 years. Forgive me the punctuation, for I am doing this from memory. > > 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 wood 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 down 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. > > Merry Christmas to you all. > Christopher Boyd > > > ==== GABURKE Mailing List ==== > NO SPAMMING > > > >