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.
Written by Robert Frost
Thank You Leetta
For Letting My Mom Share this Wonderful Poem with your Grandma
They say time heals all sorrow
And helps us to forget, But time so far has proven,
How much we miss you yet.
God gave us the strength to bear it,
And courage to take the blow
But what it meant to lose you,
No one will ever know.
Thank You Tracy
I'm Free
Although my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now, he set me free.
Thank You Christine
And With The Angels Now She Stands
Forever Guarded In God's Eternal Hands.
Now Wearing The Wings That She Earned
For Helping To Teach Me The Things I have Learned.
No Matter How Far She May Be
I Know She will Always Be Watching Over Me.
And When I Go To That Far Shore
I Know She Will Be There To Welcome Me Home.
Thank You Delynn For the wonderful written poem
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