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...
Even when I was young, I always wanted to escape my problems by wandering as far into the woods as I could muster the energy to go. Far enough away that I can't hear the cars speeding past on the streets. When you're deeply enough engrossed in nature, there's no...