Poetry Passion; 1.

I've had an on and off affair with poetry since fourth grade. Mr. S, my fourth grade teacher, would take about 15 minutes every day simply to stand in front of our class and recite a bit of poetry.
I have him to thank for my love of this beautiful art.

So, I've decide to post my favorites periodically.
This is the first in this series.



-Robert Frost-
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.



The above poem also holds memories for me because, it was the very first poem I ever loved. My great aunt owned an enormous book of poems many years ago and she continually read this to me from its pages. I am not sure why she chose this particular work to read to a girl of three or four but, she did and I've always adored it.

So, dears, what was the first poem that you adored?

Sunny Side Up!,
Krista