You know that Robert Frost poem, “The Road not Taken”?
I took a drive up Marron Valley Road yesterday after my day at the hospice was over, to visit a ranch that was for sale. Driving up the mountain and following the winding “road” I recalled the poem…remember how it goes?
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.
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.