This is a classic by one of America’s most beloved poets, and an Everyman so many people can relate to: Robert Frost. There is so much going on this time of year – the holidays upon us, traveling, rushing and bustling for gifts and company – that it’s easy to get caught up in the rush and forget to breathe, to pause for thought, to hold our loved ones close.

So, take a slow, calm breath and meander through this poem: so simple but so lovely, and so very, very deep.

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by 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.

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