The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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’s The Road Not Taken, has always been one of my favorite poems. While hiking Tiger Mountain in Western Washington this past weekend, I could not help but think of this poem when I took the photograph above.
When reading The Road Not Taken, I pause a moment to think about my life. Have I taken the beaten path or did I take a chance and take the one less traveled by.
Have a good think for yourselves. Where has life led you? Did you make the best choice you could? Would you do anything differently or are you pleased with your outcome?