After English Class by Jean Little

I used to like "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." I liked the coming darkness, The jingle of harness bells, breaking--    and adding to the stillness. The gentle drift of snow... But today, the teacher told us what everything stood for. The woods, the horse, the miles to go,    the sleep -- They all have "hidden meanings." It's grown so complicated now that, Next time I drive by, I don't think I'll bother to stop.