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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.

This picture seemed to beg for the prose. A great day for a ride...

Nice poem and a pretty scene to compliment it! You are quite the literature bug. And all this time, I thought you were just another rowdy, hell-bent for leather club officer!

Yes, he was kind of little.



--John

adooley wrote:Nice poem and a pretty scene to compliment it! You are quite the literature bug. And all this time, I thought you were just another rowdy, hell-bent for leather club officer!

Why thank you. I think.

Unity wrote:Yes, he was kind of little.

--John

Good one.

Sure. Let me spell my name for the royalty check...V-A-N-D-E-R....
(I don't mind at all)

adooley wrote:Nice poem and a pretty scene to compliment it! You are quite the literature bug. And all this time, I thought you were just another rowdy, hell-bent for leather club officer!

Don't say that. You're going to give her an even bigger head!

(Let's hope she'll be a benevolent dictator when she ascends to the throne, er, the club Presidency.)

shelion wrote:

adooley wrote:Nice poem and a pretty scene to compliment it! You are quite the literature bug. And all this time, I thought you were just another rowdy, hell-bent for leather club officer!

Don't say that. You're going to give her an even bigger head!

(Let's hope she'll be a benevolent dictator when she ascends to the throne, er, the club Presidency.)

I'm just beating the rush and sucking up now or, at the very least, minimize my punishments when she becomes ruler of us all!

You know I am still here, right?!?!

Maria V wrote:You know I am still here, right?!?!

Oh, umm......

Hi!

Aren't you headed in the wrong direction? From your point of view: Two roads CONerged in a yellow wood

OK, never mind....artistic license.

Looks like a great GS road less traveled!

Maria,

Very nice!

Rick

PS: Which path did you take??

Maria V wrote: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.

This picture seemed to beg for the prose. A great day for a ride...

One of the more famous faculty members of my high school.. actually played at the dedication of his homestead/farm and the location of the West Running Brook...

Pretty humble homestead....