September 09, 2010
Autumn’s charm beckons me to crunch my way through her woods, breathe in her crisp cool air, and lose myself in her vibrant splashes of color. A sentimental time filled with family and friends, fall always has a way of filling me with memories. My musings wander like a gentle breeze and I lose myself, yet again, in my lively recollections of bittersweet memories and choices made. Robert Frost sums up my feelings in his poem “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;
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.
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