The Road Not Taken . . .

I took a walk in the woods on a road I had not taken before, I had

my hubby, my shopping bag for pine cones and my camera There

were many lovely discoveries along the road, and it was so

peaceful, just my husband and me. Occasionally we'd hear some

voices, or see another walker, but for the most part it was just the

two of us. Our walk on former 1800's railroad bed, which is now

conservation land between New Hampshire and

Massachusetts, reminded me of a beautiful poem

The Road Not Taken ~ by Robert Frost

I hope you enjoy my pictorial walk

in the 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;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

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.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference