THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

As I began to prepare for "Walk in the Woods," a poem by Robert Frost's came to mind.  I'm not certain if I think it's symbolic of the way I chose to live my life (more and more so, the older I get); or if it's simply a reflection of my mild concern that while out there in the woods over the coming week that I will pick an unmarked path and end up lost in the woods, the prairie, or the  plains of Iowa! haha..... I hope that many of my family and friends will chose to follow along on a virtual "walk in the woods" with me this week.  Oh! And if I'm not on Facebook by October 1, please send a posse out to look for me !

Peace,

~Nancy

       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.