The Roads We Take

After the run on Sunday, I went out to a park by the bay and read a little poetry. I’ve always been a fan of Robert Frost, and my parents got me a huge book of his work last Christmas. Lauren, an internet friend, wanted me to take some pictures of the bay while I was out there, so I decided to take a few, and share....and perhaps a little poetry to go along with them.

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.