Whose woods these are I think I know...

[chain]

Someone has already mentioned snow in the woods this season..

so...brought this poem to mind..

"Whose wood 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 I go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

I remember so many winters ago, hunting down a small Ozark mountain in the snow, and down the swale into a cedar glade and watching the snow. How quiet it was, until I took a step, and out jumped a grey fox from a cedar bough..

[indiaxman1]

Good stuff chain....the woods makes one wax poetic...Thoreau, Emerson, Dickinson, Frost all spoke to the wonder of the woods...what a great forum....from chainsaws and deerhunting to poetry....this place has it all