Today's poet

[freckle]

An appropiate poet and poem for today:




Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (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.

Lovely X Runner, nearly popped this one up myself!

[freckle]

another lovely one from frost.....

A Patch Of Old Snow
Robert Frost

There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten--
If I ever read it.

[Harry H Howgill]

Harry I really adore this, is it from your new "old" book?...in any case thanks for posting

It was from The New oxford Book of English Verse 1250- 1950. I think it is lovely.

[Harry H Howgill]

Really good one Harry. After watching the wrestling with my son i was shocked to find that you in your spare time are a wrestler and member of a group called De-generation x. You have kept very quiet about that.I found this picture of you at work in your secret identity.http://www.starpulse.com/Athletes/Tr...ry/TRIPLEH001/

That's brilliant. Those steroids make some bits bigger and other parts smaller mind you! I must find a spare pair of socks to stuff down me keks.

[freckle]

That's brilliant. Those steroids make some bits bigger and other parts smaller mind you! I must find a spare pair of socks to stuff down me keks.

Boom boom!..... and ding dong! (again!)

[XRunner]

You should try baking some Irish freckle bread

[N-dubya]

Some more snowy stuff this time from Philip Larkin

Morning at last:there in the snow

Morning at last: there in the snow
Your small footprints come and go.
Night has left no more to show,

Not the candle, half drunk wine,
Or touching joy; only this sign
Of your life walking into mine.

But when they vanish with the rain
What morning woke to will remain,
Whether as happiness or pain.

[freckle]

You should try baking some Irish freckle bread

Yes...especially as it is

"tender and slightly sweet, with a light texture and attractive shape..."

not that I am a big fat narcissist like!

[freckle]

Some more snowy stuff this time from Philip Larkin

Morning at last:there in the snow

Morning at last: there in the snow
Your small footprints come and go.
Night has left no more to show,

Not the candle, half drunk wine,
Or touching joy; only this sign
Of your life walking into mine.

But when they vanish with the rain
What morning woke to will remain,
Whether as happiness or pain.

This is lovely Neil, I have just come back from a very snowy walk with the family...so this was quite fitting!

[XRunner]

Great news......I have found Freckles Home which she shares with red-heads.