Saturday, March 23, 2013

How Way Leads On To Way...

Good Saturday.  It is raining and lovely.  I am nestled at home with my boys, hot coffee, and the poetry of Frost.  I have been reading it much lately, as I am a word lover.  Much of it is lovely and dear.  Some of his words are heavy and coded.  This, among his greatest, was on today's read.  Enjoy. 

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.
Happy Saturday, my friends. 
B Charmer

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