Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Morning; Forgive Me, Mr. Frost

Whose woods these are I could care less.

I'm simply hiking to relieve the stress.

I hope no one sees me stopping here

To catch my breath, before on I press.

My friends, I'm sure, think I'm crazy

To be out here when I could be lazy,

But I love the snow upon the ground,

And as it falls from the clouds so hazy.

All the turkeys must think it queer

That I trudge past their cabin here

Between the woods and icy creek

The snowiest morning of the year.

The woods are quiet, soft, and deep;

But I have self-promises to keep,

And miles to go; the thought makes me weep.

And so many hours to endure before I sleep.