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| My first thought as I came to this particular intersection as of Frost...and the road not taken...So I thought I 'd share them together with you... |
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.
Wow- the memories just comes back withe every photo! Thanks! Ewald
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ReplyDeleteThank you for including this poem in your blog. It serves as a wonderful reminder that life is always that much more interesting and far more spicy when there's adventure. All of us, at one time or another, have arrived at this crossroads, and we always sigh at the road not taken. But here's to the road we do take - may it be traveled well and savored and shared. Bill (from T.J.'s party)
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