title: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
author:  Robert Frost 
description: Robert Frost's well-known poem takes on new life in its first picture-book adaptation. The poem--long appreciated for its strong rhythm and evocative images--leaves readers wondering, "Where was the man going on the darkest night of the year?" and "Why on earth did he stop by the woods in a snowstorm?" Artist Susan Jeffers answers these questions visually--the kindly older gentleman who narrates the poem stops his sleigh to feed the forest birds and creatures. He stops once more to visit his daughter and grandchildren, then is off again through a blizzard, with many miles to go before he can sleep. The silent beauty of a snowy night shines through Jeffers's artwork; the man's clothing and blanket are the only bright touches of color in the white and wintry world of the woods. This quiet yet powerful book has a magic all its own. <i>(Ages 4 to 7)</i>
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  # Genesis Virus
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Daniel Pinto
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2020 Daniel Pinto
  
  
  Cover design by Daniel Pinto
  
  
  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions
  thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address the publisher.
  
  
  Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used
  fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s
  imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or
  locales is entirely coincidental.
  
  
  Excerpt from “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost ©1969
  
  
  ISBN: 978-1-73446-990-5 (E-Book)
  
  
  ISBN: 978-1-7344699-1-2 (Paperback)
  
  
  First printing edition 2020.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  # Prologue
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  At the crossroads of a dirt street and lonely boulevard, a tattered American
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