Mark Gaskins

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

Thanks! Ceramics has turned out to be my favorite thing!! Expect homemade christmas presents! :)

Hey pops I'll be home in August hope to see you guys

Hey Mark. Long time no comment. I've just been so busy, but I wanted to swing by and say hello.

Happy Easter!

Hope you have a Happy Valentines Day

Hey, how you doing? It has finally gotten cold here, but still no snow.

happy belated b-day