Sunday, August 14, 2011

Summer Colors - The End





Extra Red


This has been a fun summer!  Thank you for everything and will miss seeing all the wonderful work from everyone!

Monday, August 1, 2011


Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - By Robert Frost

One of my favorite poems of all times - I had to memorize it in the 4th grade for a project.  I've really never forgotten it.  Here is the poem since it is hard to see the words in the trees.
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 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.