Thursday, January 20, 2011

A Winter's Walk on the Towpath

If you aren't following the Delaware & Lehigh National Heritage Corridor blog, you're missing out on some really interesting content. I smiled when I watched this brief man-and-his dog adventure/music video/documentary piece of a walk on the towpath in the snow. For those of you who haven't explored the towpath, now is a great time to do so. It's very quiet and if you give yourself enough time, you might think you've taken a step back in time. All you'll see is nature and somewhat ancient bridges, and maybe a train on the other side of the canal.

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.

Maybe I'll take Stella for a snowy walk.

1 comment:

  1. One of my all-time favorite poems. I read it regularly. Great job, and I hope you and Stella got that walk in.