WW FENN SPEECH
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.
How I found this piece was that Fitz recommended a couple pieces to choose from and I chose this one. Why I chose this piece is because I thought it would be a great poem to read and I can sort of relate. When I go skiing in Vermont one night of the time we ride a horse in one of those sleighs to a lodge to eat dinner. So this sort of relates to that, and that why I chose to use this speech.