Whose woods these are I do not know. <br />I wish he was here to help me, though; <br />He will not see me wand'ring here <br />To curse his woods fill up with snow. <br /> <br />My chosen course was wrong, I fear <br />Blizzard blows with no house near <br />Between these woods and frozen lake <br />The darkest evening of the year. <br /> <br />My body numb and feels no ache <br />This shortcut home was some mistake. <br />My lonely shouts the storm does reap <br />In roaring wind and heavy flake. <br /> <br />This snowdrift's lovely, soft, and deep <br />And I pray the Lord my soul to keep <br />For right here I shall sleep, <br />Forever here I shall sleep.<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stopping-in-the-woods-on-a-snowy-evening-or-the-road-i-should-not-have-taken-with-apologies-to-robert-frost/
