woke up early and there was still 15 min of fawm to go, so.. had to do something! stuck for a lyric, and remembered that the poems of robert frost went into the public domain this year. Looked out the window and saw some new snow, and then I remember being read this poem as a child, and quickly googled it, printed it, and did a little rhythmic thing a la queen or something, sang into music memos >garageband>and did a little more stuff to the recording. My last one this fawm- no time left! enjoy!
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.
poem by Robert Frost