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 marked 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 This is one of my favorite poems. I can't really explain why, but I love it. The flow of the words, the story it tells, it just really speaks to me. In fact, I'm going to work on memorizing it. I already have the first part memorized, so it shouldn't be too hard to memorize the rest. That's it for today, reader. Just wanted to share one of my favorite poems with you. - Aimee