I was looking through some old photographs of a road trip we did a couple of years back. I found these pictures and it reminded me of an old poem I use to like when I was in college. Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. His intriguing way of describing something makes you feel drawn to his poems. Enjoy.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bothAnd 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. |
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