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“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

“Snowy evening sunset” photographed in Bucks County, Pennsylvania by Sanford Ross Bender on February 25, 2026.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” (written by Robert Frost in June, 1922) with music composed for vocals, guitar, and accordion by Sanford Ross Bender on November 6, 2026.

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 down 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 Copyright 1923

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String of pearls

“Roanoke Marshes Lighthouse” photographed at Shallowbag Bay in Manteo, North Carolina by Sanford Ross Bender on December 29, 2018.
“Starlit ride” composed and performed with vocals, guitar, and mandolin by Sanford Ross Bender on July 8, 2026.

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Snowfall

” Childhood joy” photographed by Sanford Ross Bender in eastern Pennsylvania on December 14, 2025.
“Snowfall” composed and performed with guitar and concertina by Sanford Ross Bender on January 4, 2026.
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Too late to love

“Sun glow dialogues” photographed by Sanford Ross Bender on April 3, 2024.
“Too late to love” composed and performed by Sanford Ross Bender with mandolin and guitar on April 2, 2024.
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Riding into the Starlit Night

Darkening evening on the ride home -Sanford Bender

Since I don’t go to the park until later in the afternoon, I am often there riding my yellow bicycle back to the car as dusk sets in. I quicken my pace as the inky blackness settles around me, and the few farmhouses and barns are left behind. Gazing up into the lofty pines upon hearing the distant hoot of a great horned owl, I begin to perceive myriads of stars glittering above me. The music in my mind that I hear that evening may not arrive until another day. But, the melodies and rhythms have already embellished my soul, and like the stars, will gradually reveal themselves in their delicate splendor.