03/12/2025
***SOLD***
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening -
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 q***r
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.
‘Promises to Keep’ - original painting by me. Mixed media on canvas.
100cm x 30cm.
At Firefly Gallery, North Street, Bo’ness
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