Playing in the snow :D

We all went to play in the snow.... at 230 in the morning...









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.

wish i could play in the snow at 2:30

how long from the station to the houses???

with the snow.. it was a 20 response time..
we lost the interior of the house.. except for the bathroom

TALK ABOUT THE MAN!!!!!

GO VIX!

houses still burn down even in the snow!

haha i never noticed the poem there the first time i read this :P