A Bit of Poetry with Dr. O | "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost 

Let's take a moment to ponder some poetry with Dr. O, deep in the plains of eastern Kentucky.
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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.
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Hosted by Dr. Jim Orrick
Videography/Editing by Joel Bryan
Title card designed by Jane Bryan
"Violin Concerto No. 4" by Mozart
Bullitt Lick Baptist Church, 2024