the road not taken...

Whenever I'm out walking in the hills around our farm,

the wind in my face, the sky overhead

and the hills around me.

It's then that the beginnings,

the middles and endings of poems

that I love...

by

Thoreau or Robert Frost come to mind.

maybe you do this, too? I hope so.

When I first saw this picture that my little grandson, Ethan, took,

my first thought was

"wow...just look what Ethan did"

and then I heard

"I took the one less traveled by

and that has made all the difference."

You see the old farmer is "precariously perched"

on an unfamiliar road

and yet he looks quite satisfied with the view....

ah yes,

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.

Robert Frost