"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by 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 …showed first 75 words of 1029 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1029 total…the pressures from the outside world, or even the requirements of our duties is irrelevant. Whatever the reason, a loss it is, and a loss that many of us do not feel until it is too late to mend. It seems that Frost is trying to show the reader not to take things for granted as we walk in our daily paths, and to just stop, occasionally, and look into those woods. Explore those woods.