Shopping With Robert Frost

Did you know that beyond the critical race theory madness and the abandonment of cursive that poetry is no longer taught at the high school level? Yep Dead Poets Society is really dead in public schools. Thanks CMS. 

Always from a few years back.

It's a cold grey day, the Bermuda grass on the golf course has turned to the color of straw and for the first time since early spring all the golfers are wearing long pants. 

I too have given up the cargo shorts opting for cargo "pants", as today there is much to do. 

Shopping; oh how I loath shopping, but I've committed to buying some bicycles for the Salvation Army who will gift them to unknown numbers of children. 

Last year they had 115 more requests than they had bicycles, this year I expect it will be more than ever before, so WalMart I'll head off to before the day is over. 

But in all the shopping madness there needs to be a little time to pause, as Robert Frost did so many years ago. I am tempted to think he was out shopping at Walmart, and and felt the need for solitude and quiet when this poem came to mind.

 

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. 

 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost 

 An interesting note is how the third line sets up the rhyme for the each following stanza.