The Road Not Taken written by Robert Frost is one of my mom and dad’s favorite poems. They know it by heart and frequently say it to each other, each one picking up the next line until finished. I feel like I know it by heart as well. Sometimes mom will read it to me as a bedtime story. Everytime I hear it, I can picture what is on the road not taken. Can you? I posted what I picture at the end of it. Enjoy my friends!
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 marked 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.