a saturday poem

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 marked 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

---

this is a photograph taken on a walk a year ago. life, has many choices offered to us and many times we do not know we have chosen a path until we are walking on it. human beings at times are mere tumbleweeds, searching for a place to bloom.