Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

[ET Awful]

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.

[WCGreen]

1. My favorite poem......

[ET Awful]

2. One of mine as well, unfortunately, the accompanying photo is not

showing thanks to a flaky web server that I'm about to call and yell about. :)

[trof]

3. Works for me. Nice.

[WCGreen]

5. Works for me too...

We sang the poem in symphonic choir... A disonent tonal quality... I loved it....

[skygazer]

4. I love Robert Frost

I've always wanted the last three lines of that poem on my headstone.

[DS1]

6. Yellow wood, eh?

:)

[miss_american_pie]

8. These woods are lovely, dark and deep...

[XemaSab]

10. that's a different poem

that one's about suicide :)

[miss_american_pie]

11. Yep

but it's still lovely imagery.

[achtung_circus]

13. See my #12. nt

[AirmensMom]

7. I love that poem!

And the pic is just gorgeous! Thanks!

[Left Is Write]

9. I love that poem.

[achtung_circus]

12. Favourite, although I never know where to begin