Wedding Things

 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.

~ Robert Frost

        I typed up this poem several weeks ago with a blog post in mind, and while I contemplated with wording and sentence structure, the rest of the post  took off running - running away from my brain, and hasn't returned since.

       So, I had this poem saved as a draft, waiting for all my wandering thoughts to return, until this morning when mom saw this news report on Facebook: Nearly 100 drivers followed a Google Maps detour -- and ended up stuck in an empty field.

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.

Happy Thursday!