From a Friend

Friend Peter Roberts sent a favorite by Robert Frost, along with his own very special poem and the photo that inspired it.

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.

– Robert Frost


Miles by Home’s Wood
These woods did watch that wintry night
Whose heart was rent begin his fight
With loved ones’ strength to see the spring
Yet finally, there comes the flight.

So rising up on downy wing
To end the ache and comfort bring
Some painful miles were past this way,
Yet even then, love’s heart did sing.

For in the light of this spring day,
Among these trees the voices say
“We filled with love before we wept,
S’miles of joy, now let us pray.”

These woods aren’t lonely in their depth,
Miles’ fine promises he kept.
Oh, Miles did run before he slept.
How Miles will fly when he has leapt.

– Peter Roberts