Stopping by Woods

Poetry is a great way to become familiar with a language. It is rooted in the way the words sound, the way they are put together. They often paint a picture like this one does. Imagine that you are out in the middle of the woods alone, on your horse. How do you feel.

The first time you listen to the poem, just listen to the sounds. Don't worry about the meaning. Then listen to it again and read along. Make a note of the words you don't know.

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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.