'2 short of 2' birthday...

i'm supposed to learn that this poem was written by Robert Frost in the early 1920s. it's written in iambic tetrameter (four feet of four stressed syllables). it's a poem about nature, beauty and obligation. below are the words penned by poet 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 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.






my parents call it my '2 short of 2' birthday, because in 2 months i'll be 2! my parents knew that my mommy was going to be away for my '2 short of 2' birthday so they had my gift mailed to me. i got to open it today. it's significance? it's literary. it's one of my mommy's fave poets. it's a book. it's got layers that i am to analyze as i grow up along with elements of poetry that i'm supposed to learn. (aren't i too young to care about this?) probably most important, is that my mommy's away and it will remind my daddy and i A LOT about her. (these two still talk mushy on the phone when they are apart...haven't they been married for a while now?)

thanks for my gift dad! thanks mom! i'm supposed to NOT get any of my dinner on it? (sure mom. sure dad.)