picture 9 – inspiration

This is the picture of my front door. It has thank you notes, my rosary, pictures of fun things that have happened over the last year (thanks mostly to Bridget Eshe), and people that are really important to me.

Today a Robert Frost poem came into my mind, and I leave you with it.


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.



  1. Good writing is ageless. It’s message and beauty is a vibrant today as the moment it was inscribed. Thank you for sharing.




  2. thank you for the poem.

    in the midst of the craziness of the past 2 weeks (finals) this may be the first time i’ve stopped and reflected on something i’ve read. my grades will probably prove that fact. 🙂

    i miss you


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