Danny been very busy lately. No time to see his friends. He wants to share a poem with his fellow xangers if there are any.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By 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.