Comment from Jaxson Phoenix

Excellent

It is always a risky proposition when you take on one of the greats of literature, but I think you did very well and I think Robert Frost would agree. Well done.

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks for the nice review.
SteveThanks, Julia

Comment from juliaSjames

Excellent

Excellent write, Steve. Now you've taken to desecrating icons - tut tut!

Actually, I always keep a wary eye on the woods here in Virginia. All those looming, old-growth trees rustling at me. LOL

Enjoyed the fun write. Perfectly rhymed and metered as usual.

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks, Julia - just a bit of fun messing with people's inds...
Steve

Comment from jairig

Excellent

I like this poem but unfortunately I haven't read the poem you referred to:(.but you used good flow of words and it is picturesque.i like the rhyme scheme of yor poem
Great job

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks for the nice review.
Steve

Comment from Elizabeth Daniels

Excellent

I do not know the Robert Frost poem you refer to, but this is a very good poem. A little dark and sinister. You can almost hear the evil laugh reverberating through your woods. Elizabeth Daniels.

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thank you. Here is the original to compare - it's a beauty and conssidered a classic.
Steve
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.

Comment from dejohnsrld (Debbie)

Excellent

I hadn't heard of this one before, but your version is certainly gory to say the least. I will have to look up the original one. Anyway, this is quite a tale!!! Debbie

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks, Debbie - here is the original, which is well worth a look.
Steve

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.

Comment from judy corcoran

Excellent

lol
you have just spoilt one of my favourite quotes steve
- 'but I have promises to keep/ and miles to go before I sleep'

a fun read
just love the first line
'These are my woods I think you know' lol

a great take-off
love judy
xxx

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks, Judy
Steve

Comment from angel123

Excellent

Your poem is interesting and mysterious. I enjoyed reading it and it makes me ponder of your message. My imagination if running wild. Your poem flows and rhymes well and I like your artwork choice.

Angel123

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thank you, Angel.
Steve

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.

Comment from write hand blue

Excellent

I don't know this Robert Frost poem you refer to. Nicely written, an enjoyable read. Creating the mood with good visual. Creative and inspiring, good work...Mel.

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks, Mel - here is the original - well worth a look.
Steve

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.

reply by write hand blue on 21-Jul-2012

Thank you Steve for the poem, I could feel the fatigue of the traveler...Mel.

Comment from vivicadad

Excellent

It is a really nice poem, a bit dark and scary but really interesting. I don't quite know about the Robert Frost version, but i guess to enjoy this more, i would take a look. Well done.

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thanks. Here is the original - well worth a look.
Steve

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.

Comment from justatuna

Excellent

That's an excellent poem. The Robert Frost poem you wrote of is one of my favorites. Your take is excellent. Seems to be a much different message. Perhaps my interpretation. Thanks for the read.

 Comment Written 15-Jul-2012

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reply by the author on 21-Jul-2012

Thank you - yes, I don't think Frost had treachery and murder in mind...
Steve