I'd like to meet:
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.
Music:
all kinds...let's just say that my 30G iPod is almost full...i'll need another one soon.
Books:
i'm addicted to books...too many favorites to list.