a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Road Not Taken



By Robert Frost
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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 marked 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.

2 comments:

Gigi Ann said...

I have always thought it is nice to take the road less traveled. There are always different and more interesting things to find along the road less traveled.

Carla said...

Photos and words match perfectly!

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