The Road Less Traveled
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 passing there
Had worn them really bout the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steop 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.
I received these pictures in an email, and thought they were so amazing, that I had to share them. And, coincidentally, I needed something for my R post. Whew, that worked out well.
Some of these roads I would be happy to travel. Others, not so much! I'm not much of a "less traveled road" kinda gal, unless I'm armed with a GPS. I have a fear of getting lost and never, ever finding my way back. (Hubby would agree. He is amazed at my lack of sense of direction.)
And, if you would like to hear this poem in song, here it is. My community choral group sang this several years ago. (Sorry to say, this is not our group singing!)