Saturday, May 24, 2008

Avoidance

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


Unlike Robert Frost in his poem, I took neither. I turned and retraced my steps.

My feet stayed dry.

3 comments:

Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life said...

Oh my. This is beautiful, though, isn't it? Is it really a fork in the road or really a river? Amazing.

L.M.Noonan said...

Canadians are strange

Out of Sight L said...

This is wonderful Michael, how did you make blogger so wonderful?

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