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—
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell
Western Augusta County, Va.
26 October 2011
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