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.
The poem describes a man that pauses to admire the dark and lovely woods on a snowy evening. After spending a minute or two in a trance, he remembers that he has obligations and more important business to tend to. We can easily become distracted by things that tempt, lure, and dazzle us. Sometimes these things aren’t necessarily bad. In the poem, there is nothing wrong with admiring the woods. However, there is a time and place for everything. In life you MUST stop and smell the roses from time to time, but you can’t let the smell of the roses prevent you from getting where you need to be. Remain on task. Stay focused. Make sure you are prioritizing. Its okay to take a time out, but we must remember that the games not over. As we say in the Echols family (quoting Stephen Covey), “The main thing is to keep the main thing, the main thing.”