Stopping by Woods on The Road Not Taken

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;

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
– Robert Frost

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18 thoughts on “Stopping by Woods on The Road Not Taken

  1. and i was just thinking of that very poem today. how perfectly you framed the lines “And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth”. just a gorgeous photo. what a life you must lead.

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    1. Thank you for sharing your comment.
      Robert Frost is a favorite of many. He still resonates today.
      As the poem says, our life depends on which road we take (or not take)….

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