Wednesday, November 28

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost


Lilian said...

Yes, I love this poem. We definitely took "the road less traveled" when we decided to come live abroad.

Moanna said...

My favorite poet is Robert Frost.

Oh, and saw your question over on the left. Might consider the suburbs of Saint Louis, Missouri. Fits nearly all of your criteria. An hour's flight to Chicago and if you go Southwest, you avoid O'Hare. Great restaurants, family feel, great parks and bike trails (google the Katy Trail), etc.