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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

I first heard this Poem as a Boy in the early 1980’s for some reason it stayed with me throughout my life.

Often times it’s a very lonely place at the top of leadership, not because your not surrounded by people but the fact that everything flows from your vision and insight. Sometimes just having a meaningful conversation, changing environments or studying some intricate master piece can be the most rewarding interaction or experience. Leadership all to often finds itself in a hectic schedule of task and goals that have the appearance of having priority. The reality is being organized is important but so is having inspiring vision.

This Poem encompasses the reality of strong leadership through the labyrinth of shareholders, environment, attitude, those you command and the goals you must keep.

Its my goal to help those who have gotten lost along the path to regain that inspiration.

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Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

There is nothing either good or bad, But thinking makes it so.

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.