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A Yellow Wood

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This photo reminded me of Robert Frost’s most famous poem:

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, 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.

I hope you are enjoying your path. 🙂

16 thoughts on “A Yellow Wood”

      1. Thanks, Lynette. We had a ‘different’ break: I’ll be posting a short series on the blog soon.
        Years since I read Robert Frost; it was good to be reminded.

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