MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

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...opening lines of "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," by Robert Frost, written in 1923. This tract of woods is on the west side of Phillips Road just south Riley Creek. It reminded the Icon photographer of the Frost poem.