WINTER WHIMSY [a re-post]
We stopped by woods that snowy evening - Robert Frost, the horse, and me. Nothing here but lots of trees, Bob. Horse up there says "Let's go home. Poets have no common sense." He's right, you know. That hike we took? You didn't know which road to take. Near got us lost, as I recall. - Look, they... Sign in to see full entry.