On a Snowy Evening

[acrookedchild]

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
( Enfield, early December )

He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
( Ealing, near Redbright Institute, early December )

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
( Croydon, mid December )

Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
( Waltham Forest, mid December )

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
( Barnet, mid December )

The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
( Tower Hamlets, December 19th; first responder only )

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
( Westminster, late December )