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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.

 Robert Frost (1874-1963)

 

Mr. Frost was a wise man.

Love, Nora

 

 

2 Comments

  1. Erin on October 22, 2013 at 4:11 pm

    Beautiful peak fall photos Nora. Loved them.

  2. Debby on October 22, 2013 at 6:58 pm

    yes Mr Frost did, & we are so grateful of that….
    thank you for the post

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