The Road Not Taken

[IO Storm]

The Road Not Taken

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 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.

Robert Frost

[dancinggirl]

Beautiful. Thank you.

[IO Storm]

You are welcome DG.

..that poem has always given me a little chill ..and I've always loved it.

[dancinggirl]

That picture is absolutely gorgeous, too.

[Hope]

I've always loved this one too!

[IO Storm]

Thanks Hope! It is timeless..isn't it?