A young man riding his trusty horse

A young man riding his trusty horse, then stopped in the woods, he thought he knew the owner of a home in the jungle village far from here. And forest owners have no way of knowing that. He stopped coming here because the snow and covered the area of this forest.
His wonder horse Why I stopped coming here. Despite the absence of a barn near here. Surrounded by forests and lakes freeze now and then
, but also the dark. Therapists far without people And without any light in the sky.
The horse shook his head and neck, the bell ringer. Similar to signal that it asked the boss. What'sBut there was no response whatsoever. There is only the sound of the wind whistling The snow comes down
The forest is beautiful, mysterious dark seductive invited to stop looking and appreciate beauty, but he has obligation to do. , and a long way to go before he is sleeping.
When I read this poem I understand and recognize imagine a scenario. The bull's words, not too poor. You can guess the words from the context surrounding it. The story makes you think that. Or that the author The driver of the horse Appreciate the natural snow at night. The charm is rare. But he pulled himself from the realm of conscious thought. They are a burden and a long way to go before from far away.