Iain is a former patron of mine. We met in a small Louisiana town in 2010 while I was coordinating the teen program at a public library. Iain (and his sister, Moggie) introduced me to Doctor Who, taught me how to properly say the word "manga", wrote killer comics for the never-published Library Literary Magazine, and has a unique love of ferrets. He is a boy scout, a student, and a secret genius.
Iain chose: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
"But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep"
Iain chose: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
"But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep"
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.
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.