Promises to Keep: April 12, 1994 to July 11, 2012

My horse has gone ahead now, 

To blaze a trail for us; 

To find out every rocky place, 

Or one where we can’t pass; 

She'll seek the finest grassland, 

And water fresh and pure; 

To make sure when we travel on, 

Our path beyond is clear; 

She’s never let me down before, 

I know now and I see; 

She’ll blaze our trail to heaven, 

And come back one day for me. 

©Kate Howe 2004

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost, 1923

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.