Tuesday, May 23, 2006
two trails diverged...
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 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.
Poem - The Road Not Taken, written by Robert Frost in 1916
Trails in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Elkmont area - On the left- Cucumber Gap Trail, on the right - Little River Trail.
Photo taken 05/20/2006. As we sat on the log contemplating which way to go, Buddy said it's like that poem…
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