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This evening ns was going to write about the wonders of "Iron Chef" (The Food Network is having actually an stole Chef Marathon... FANTASTIC!) however instead, was motivated by the fog that rolled in and rose between the trees and also woods behind our place. Us live top top the edge of a forest, and our balcony has actually a beautiful view of these woods/bog/swamp. Previously in the day, ns threw open up the windows, allow the sweet breeze punch through, and also curled increase on the futon alongside the home window with my current read ("Atonement" by Ian McKewan). If tearing through part II of the book, ns glanced the end the window. The setup sun was sending out streaks of light across the sky, while shadows in the woods were start to lengthen. What caught my fist was the swirls that fog, the mists that were stability rising. It to be beautiful. It was serene. And also I sat, poised and also silent, because that what feeling like hrs - but in reality was only a couple of minutes - gazing out at this beautiful scene. I maintained returning come the city of Robert Frost. Here"s on the my favorite poems, i hope friend enjoy: Stopping by Woods top top A Snowy EveningWhose woods these room I think i know.His home is in the village though;He will certainly not see me avoiding hereTo watch his woods to fill up with snow.My little horse need to think the queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and also frozen lakeThe darkest night of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo questioning if there is part mistake.The only other sound"s the sweepOf easy wind and also downy flake.The woods room lovely, dark and deep.But I have actually promises come keep,And mile to go prior to I sleep,And mile to go before I sleep.I understand that it"s no snowy here, however the quiet of the fog, the swirls of mist the rose and also fell were simply breathtaking. If I could have gone outside and made my method through lock (without gaining lost...), ns would have actually been the end in a heartbeat. Ns love woods, ns love the stillness and silence that surrounds me, i love the tree canopy, the rustle that leaves, and the sound of mine breathing. I"ve always been attracted to this poem, perhaps since of the line, "The only other sound"s the move Of straightforward wind and also down flake."Iron chef will need to wait. Tonight, Robert Frost that is.
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Hey Marit!This poem is among my all time favorites! many thanks for sharing! :)) Jen H.