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.
Questions:
1. Make up questions you have about the poem you just read, and type them as a new comment.
2. Notice how much more descriptive Robert Frost's poem is, than the one about the Red Wheelbarrow from the last blog. Find the "So Much Depends Upon" poem you added as a comment in the previous blog, and re-write it in your new comment, including more detail about WHY so much depends on the thing you wrote about. INCLUDE YOUR NAME AT THE END BEFORE SUBMITTING!
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.
Questions:
1. Make up questions you have about the poem you just read, and type them as a new comment.
2. Notice how much more descriptive Robert Frost's poem is, than the one about the Red Wheelbarrow from the last blog. Find the "So Much Depends Upon" poem you added as a comment in the previous blog, and re-write it in your new comment, including more detail about WHY so much depends on the thing you wrote about. INCLUDE YOUR NAME AT THE END BEFORE SUBMITTING!
