Famous Poem

Stopping by Woods on a snowy Evening
By: Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village, through;
He will not see me stoping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow
My little brother horse must think it queer
To stop without 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 sounds 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.

I post this poem, because I want you guys to know the author of this poem too, and also I want you guys to enjoy his poem. A lot of poem he made, maybe I will post next time :)