I Shall Be Telling This With a Sigh

Out of Control Underage House Parties sure can be fun.

From the AP here:

Whose woods these are I think I know,

Homer Noble Farm was ransacked last week during a party attended by as many as 50 people.

His house is in the village though.

The intruders broke a window to get into the two-story wood frame building — a furnished residence open in the summer — before destroying tables and chairs, pictures, windows, light fixtures, and dishes. Wicker furniture and dressers were smashed and thrown into a fireplace and burned, apparently to provide heat in the unheated building, he said.

He will not see me stopping here,

Empty beer bottles and cans, plastic cups, and cellophane apparently used to hold marijuana were also found. The vandals vomited in the living room and discharged two fire extinguishers inside the building.

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

No arrests have been made, Hodsden said, adding that they’ve tracked down some partygoers and believe they are minors.

So yeah, it was poet Robert Frost’s former home that he used during the summers in Vermont. Wow, some party. Here is a little poem for them:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one everyone else traveled by,
And that has made not a damn bit of difference.