Poetry Moment: Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Right now in Language Arts at school I’m learning about poetry. Robert Frost is an a great poet and I’ve read a few of his poems. This post, I want to share one his poems with you. Take a look below to read the poem:

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

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.

1923

What do you think of his poem? Do you like it?