Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Oct 1839 issue of American Turf Register & Sporting Magazine

Today’s horse poetry is by Robert Frost and was published in The Poetry of Robert Frost in 1923.

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 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.

Ah, Mr. Frost

This little poem isn’t about horses per se, but of course the equine plays in integral part. Be sure to check out more rhymes in the horse poetry section.

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