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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 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.

-The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost-

I love this poem. X3 And every time I see this little fork in the path, I'm reminded of it. This fall, I got a decent shot... I guess. I like it.

Description
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 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.

-The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost-

I love this poem. X3 And every time I see this little fork in the path, I'm reminded of it. This fall, I got a decent shot... I guess. I like it.