I have always liked poetry, the kind that rhymes or at least has a direct message. My favorite poem of all time isStopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Recently I read he wrote this poem from sunny Florida. Even that knowledge does not diminish my appreciation of it.

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.