Monday, January 23, 2012

Sliding Down 494 on a Snowy Morning (1.23.2012)

Here's my tribute to my one hour commute this morning vis a vis Robert Frost*: 

Whose roads these are I think I know.
My laptop’s in the village though
It will not see me stopping here
Thank God for AWD on snow!

My little X3 must think it queer
To stop without a Starbucks near
But lines of cars await the lights  
On the snowiest morning of the year.

My heated seat warms up my coat
And other "parts" (I dare not gloat!)               
The only other sound’s the sweep
of cars careening toward roadside moats.

The roads are snowy, dark (black ice!) and deep.
My X3 hums as I start to weep
(I got here safe and warm and neat) 
But end of day, I must “REPEAT”.
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

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*Poetry is not really my thing so here is the real thing from Mr. Frost. Enjoy!


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, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)