This is an original oil painting of Robert Frost's house
at 122 Rockingham Road in Derry, New Hampshire.
The painter, Cole Burton, lives in nearby Chester, NH.

“I might say the core of all my writing
was probably the five free years I had on the farm
down the road a mile or two from Derry Village toward Lawrence.
The only thing we had was plenty of time and seclusion.
I couldn’t have figured on it in advance. I hadn’t that kind of foresight.
But it turned out as right as a doctor’s prescription.”
– Robert Frost
Selected Letters of Robert Frost,
Lawrence Thompson, editor.
New York: Holt, 1964

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.

– Robert Frost