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.
- Robert Frost
Has it hit you yet? The realization that your kid is talking (or crying, or screaming...whatever) to you, and while you hear them, you still kinda tune them out...that kinda concerns me that i wonder if I have gotten to the point where it takes my kids several times saying something in order for me to answer. There is so much noise at home. Pandalerium, I tell ya... constant noise, and toys, food, trash...everywhere. sigh...
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