I've gotten out of the habit of Poetry Friday, even in my classroom. Before Christmas break, I read aloud A Christmas Carol to my 8th graders and we watched the George C. Scott (Scrooge) version of the movie. I worked my 7th graders half to death then did my Children's Holiday Book contest the last three days of class. I have a huge pile of Christmas and Hanukkah books that the students read and rate. It's a lot of fun and since many of the books are poetic in nature, I don't do my Poetry Friday that week. So after a long break, today I shared Robert Frost's "Stopping By The Woods On a Snowy Evening" with my 7th graders. I love that poem! It is my favorite Winter poem. I also handed out "Woods in Winter" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to my 8th graders. Love that one too. But here's the favorite:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (1923)
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.
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