Robert Frost wrote the iconic poem about his horse and him stopping by the woods on a snowy evening in 1922. I hold a degree in English Literature so I can tell you with confidence that they almost certainly stopped there because the horse or him or both had to poop.
A lot has changed since then and sadly his wonderful poem has become a tad difficult to relate to. In this spirit, it’s time to Remix what this former Poet Laureate referred to as his “best bid for remembrance.” Chill Frost (heh heh), I’m remembering you 93 years later – as I’m sure this Remix will be celebrated in 2108.
Whose woods these are I think I know
Some corporation that bought this land a long time ago
They probably ran off a Cherokee or Navajo
and that community disappeared as quietly as this falling snow
Prose and poems aplenty one reads of nature’s wonders
But transfixed in the moonlight now the sole spell I’m under
Is a spine-bending blood-curdling cold shock tearing me asunder
The Hawk coming at me hard, to strike and freeze me like icy thunder
My tired tried and true old car lets out a painful yelp
A high-pitched wail emanating off a too-old timing belt
Callously ripping apart the slightly boring peace of the Vanilla shroud
Nudging, nudging, guilt tripping and dispersing the only crowd
These woods are dank, wet and cold kinda like my feet
Later Nature, we tried, but I have needs to meet
And Netflix to go before I sleep
And Netflix to go before I sleep.
Also, the photo above is from the movie “A Simple Plan“, one of the best “snow movies” of all time, as well as a hell of a crime thriller and morality tale. (Was on Netflix recently too.)
Best 5 snow movies off the top of my head: Fargo, A Simple Plan, Cliffhanger, Alive and Beautiful Girls.