Road Less Traveled


OK, I attempted some bad poetry in one of my earlier posts and to make up for it, here is Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken:

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.


2 thoughts on “Road Less Traveled

  1. My favorite American poem is a Robert Frost poem.

    Whose woods these are I think I know
    His house is in the village though
    He will not see me stopping here
    To see his woods fill up with snow

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake
    The only other sound’s the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake
    The woods are lovely dark and deep
    But I have miles to go before I sleep
    And miles to go before I sleep

    (It took me a little over two minutes to type this from memory. My family hates this poem because everytime it snows in our small Eastern Washington town I recite this poem aloud. And some years it snows here a lot!)

    Thanks for The Road Not Taken


    • That is a fine poem. Thanks for memorizing it and sharing it. You realize, that when you die, they will recite it at your funeral. I hope that is a nice thought.


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