Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

—Robert Frost

There were many folks who attempted to push the boulder (not shown in the pic) but it wouldn’t budge. It’s been there for centuries and will be there for many more, also hopefully like our democracy. ;-)

This boulder, just barely hanging on, much like the democracy in the US

Pineapple Fountain, SC

Down at the docks.

Just a lonely sailboat.

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