Scrap that Poetry... Challenge #8

Its time for another challenge over at Scrap that Poetry! Join me this week as we scrap Robert Frost's poem 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.

This one was so easy to create...it really just flowed onto the page. Don't you wish that happened every time you sat down to create something???  I do, it usually is takes me hours, but this one was done in minutes... some days it just all comes together.
Thanks for visiting, I'd love to see your take on this poem, and its easy to play along... just leave us a comment on at STP's blog linking to your blog. Have a great weekend!