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.
(Robert Frost)
Robert Frost knew the magic of night-time wanderings, apparently. Knew the peace of the woods. Knew the joy of keeping a promise. And the weariness when you just have to push on, regardless.
2 comments:
We walked the Robert Frost trail sometime last year, when the novelty of making literary connections with everyday things had not work off. Hope you have some pretty great mileage to look back on!
ENVY!! No famous poet trails around here so I just have to make my own. ;)
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