Thursday, September 22, 2011
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Summer Colors - The End
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Green |
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Pink |
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Brown |
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Red |
Extra Red |
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Purple |
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Orange |
Monday, August 1, 2011
Orange
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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.
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.
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