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.

Theme: Sometimes to stop and take in the scenery is better than to rush through things.

I chose this poem because to me it talks about sort of going off road and taking in the scenery. 
This poem fits in because it is about natre and they are all about nature.

 And sorry I could not travel both

 And be one traveler, long I stood

 And looked down one as far as I could

 To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 Then took the other, as just as fair,

 And having perhaps the better claim,

 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

 Though as for that the passing there

 Had worn them really about the same,

 And both that morning equally lay

 In leaves no step had trodden black.

 Oh, I kept the first for another day!

 Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

 I doubted if I should ever come back.

 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 less traveled by,

 And that has made all the difference.

Theme: Sometimes the harder road is more fruitful. 

I chose this poem because it is my favorite poem. 
Again, this poem fits because it is about nature.

 Some say in ice.

 From what I’ve tasted of desire

 I hold with those who favor fire.

 But if it had to perish twice,

 I think I know enough of hate

 To say that for destruction ice

 Is also great

 And would suffice.