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Sunday, July 26, 2009

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

By: Robert Frost

1 comment:

Lynns Lovelies said...

Oh Marie~~~this poem brings back such wonderful memories! We sang an arrangement of this when I was in Junior High Concert Chorus...just beautiful.
Thanks so much for the sweet memory and melody that is now running through my mind...

Restful Slumber~
Lynn♥

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