enough-ski

I too like most Americans am enamored with the poetry of the great Robert Frost , but as we sit on the precipice of yet another noreast Blast of snow I must declare the enough is afu*kin nuff already.....i am starting to think about taking a weeks vacation and goin someplace warm like Florida......or who knows maybe "imported Rico"......i usually get the winter blues and long for spring somewheres in the neighborhood of the Feast of Ol Saint Patrick.....but this year i am beating the holiday rush and declaring my disdain for all things cold related.....and sadly mister frost....this includes you.......why don't you write some poems about ice cold beer on a hot summers day ? just like the Ozark Mountain Daredevils....

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.