Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

[billy]

jack posted this poem in the poem of the day section;
even though i posted it here it isn't a poetry related question.
the question is:

What does your snowy wood represent. what does it do for you and why would you be there, could it call you enough to forget everything else, are will you also carry on your journey to where others think you should be.
mine is and was a happy place that i eventually stayed in. you can interpret the poem anyway you want but the woods will always be the woods. what were your woods like.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

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.