"Stopping By a Gas Station on a Snowy Evening"

"Stopping By a Gas Station on a Snowy Evening"

Whose snow-blower this is, I think I know

It sits within my basement below.

It will not start tomorrow I fear

As my driveway starts to fill with snow.

Inquisitive minds must think it queer
When shoveling without a snow-blower near
Between the garage and frozen street
The plow will block me in I fear.

I give the snow blower a ruffled shake

Failing to start, is it some mistake?

The reason is unmistakable I do fear

There is no gas in it for goodness sake.

The road is lonely, stark and white

But I have a can to fill with gas tonight

And miles to drive before I plow

And miles to drive before I plow.

From the original poem by Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

...modified (with hopeful forgiveness by the original author) by Christen Bustani

The original poem, in respect to the author, follows....

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.

-Robert Frost