Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

(photo courtesy of Kiersten Tenney)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.


Ann Marie said...

Love this poem.. and LOVE the picture!

Aimless said...

mmmmm, what a great poem. and what a great photograph. Makes me stop and think what kind of traveler I am.

{Mo} said...

That photo is beautiful!

I had to memorize that poem in 6th grade, and I can still recite it! Ahhh, the memories!?!

Adele said...

It's a fabulous poem. And such a gorgeous photo! Well done!!

Kiersten said...

I'm glad you thought the poem and the picture fit together.... Robert Frost was the first thing to come to mind after I took it!