Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
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.
By Robert Frost
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.
Yes, miles to go before I sleep.
The last seven days have lacked sleep with plenty of miles behind me. I wish I was traveling somewhere, but I'm not. Just a lot of round trips back and forth to hospitals.
Being "on call" for the ambulance can be tiring and tedious.
In the past week I've been to:
Bay City (84 miles roundtrip) twice,
Saginaw (104 miles roundtrip) three times,
Flint (168 miles roundtrip) once,
and a half-dozen local calls (average 20 miles roundtrip).
Somehow I'm working a second weekend in a row, including the holiday.
Miles to go before I sleep! Happy weekend everyone!
Every blog entry can be found at BareNakedBill.blogspot.com
Service above self. I think that's a Rotary motto, but it sure applies to ambulance runs and EMTs. Thanks for your faithfulness and expertise, Bill.
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