Sunday, November 27, 2016

back to the River

Since yesterday was too beautiful to waste -- Mom and I took a stroll down to the river ... well, we drove to the Treaty Center and walked the Crossing Trail ....
dang it was a gorgeous day ....



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


1 comment:

Teresa Saum said...

Love the poem and your pictures. Also the winter shot...yikes. Easy to forget that's coming!