Folksburywoods Story Blog

Whose woods these are, I do not know

The sound of specters fills the air

While horse and I dare not stare

We must not dilly and certainly not dally

For promises, we must keep

And miles to go before we sleep

So steady on and mind the path 

There’s light ahead, and hope abounds

Still, the specters call my name

Hoping to drag me to my grave

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep.

• Thanks to Mr. Frost

For More Fun:

https://www.facebook.com/folksburywoodsstoryblog/

Home