Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - 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 downey 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.

Eddie & I have been "rowing" (see Five in a Row post) this beautiful poem. Today was a snowday and I had visions of taking him on a magical walk tonight through the backyard toward the trees and the river and reciting this poem to him then. I bet that would make a lasting impression! But, sigh, it's sleeting and he's sick anyway (as seems to be the norm for us this season - we've all just been sooo sickeningly sick). But I do plan on somehow getting them outside for a little while tomorrow to enjoy the snow - we've just had so little of it this year.

We discovered that the pattern of this poem is...
AABA / BBCB / CCDC / DDDD

And I thought it would be fun for us to write a poem using the same pattern. Eddie chose a great subject.... his best friend, Nicholas.

My pal is Nick,

He's my pick.

He is fun.

With Nick I stick.

We like to run

In the sun

Until the dark

and day is done.

At the park

We yell and hark,

Until the light

Turns into dark.

I know, I know, it sounds more like Seuss than Frost but hey it's written by a 6 yr old. and, well, me....what do you expect! We haven't finished the pattern yet in our poem but we will get back to it soon!
xoxooxxoxo