The woods are lovely, dark and deep.I have promises to keep yet tonight. To my students to post a study guide, to myself to take a walk...
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Barnacle Boy is memorizing poems for his language arts class. Last week it was Kipling's If. Tonight the Boy is following me around the kitchen reciting Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. He savors the final two lines, "and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." and muses, "That reminds me of you, Mom." Feeling as if I'd already been a thousand miles today and indeed had a few more left to manage tonight, I was all ready to agree when he pops out with, "I can feel a blog post coming on..."