The Road Not Taken

I am thankful for friends who suggest a walk on a mid-January day. I am also thankful for kindred spirits who allow me to wander through a forest they planted many years ago. Today both of those converged. And, if you pay attention, you will see ladders not taken, stair cases not taken and bridges not taken.

Let's hear from Robert Frost as we find our way through Frank's woods this wintery morning.

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.”

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