HIS --
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.


MINE --

QUIET WINTER NIGHT
(inspired by Robert Frost)


Upon a snowy evening,
I sit beside the fire.
The crackling wood is sending sparks,
Up through the chimney higher.

A cup of chocolate in my hand,
A book upon my lap.
The warmth the fire’s giving off,
Is daring me to nap.

The flames are glowing yellow gold.
I feel I’m going to sleep,
And settling back into the couch,
No need for counting sheep.

Outside the snow is piling fast,
Against my cabin door.
I’m glad I had the thought,
To buy supplies the day before.

I drift into the land of dreams,
And snuggle in my blanket.
The chocolate added to the cheer,
So nicely when I drank it.

In comfort now, I lay so soft,
And doze throughout the night,
While the hours slowly pass,
And build a land of white.


Anne L. Fulton
July 24, 2003
Attleboro, Massachusetts

Very nice interpretation. See quilters are creative in many ways.. good job.

I LOVE it!! I'm glad you shared!

Thanks for sharing! The Robert Frost is one of my favorites and your's is just beautiful!

Beautiful!! You have a wonderful way with words!!!

Beautiful poem! We are buried in another 2 feet of snow, so your poem made my day!

Wonderful interpretation of one of my favorite poems.

I'm so glad you liked it. I pictured the person with the "miles to go" a little later in the evening when his work was all done. I had fun writing it.

:thumbup: :-D

Beautiful poem. You are talented.