Whose Woods Are These by quilter Jane Kennedy. This piece epitomizes all that I wish for Christmas, for all of us. Peace, serenity, solace from fear and poverty, disease and ignorance. The solemn stillness of the winter landscape transports me. When my mind is this quiet, hope tiptoes in, and remains. Perhaps this will be the year. Perhaps we will, as one nation, live in peace.
This quilt is very important to me and I keep a copy of it on my bulletin board at work. It always brings to mind Robert Frost's poem - did you also memorize it when you were a child?
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.