“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.”
I learned Robert Frost’s poem, ‘Stopping by woods on a snowy evening,’ for a declamation competition at school when I was ten years old. (I can’t remember if I won or whether Andrew Stokes beat me into second place…)
I had never considered that the poem was anything other than that which it described. Today, however, a delegate referred to it as analagous – a glimpse of potential yet untapped, of the voyage of the impatient leader regarding the rest of life’s journey yet to travel.