Rusty Road

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. " Quote by - Robert Frost Two roads that forked under the fallen lumpy leaves, one roused the nosy nerves under my soaring sleeves. I chose the one that was bumpy, right where I stood. The road was gusty, it was time for yellow wood. I could not walk on both with the same feet at once. I just chose one, gave the other a gutsy glance. On the tawny trail where no step could clear the track, I took my bold steps without pledge of coming back. Walking under its shade was such a long-time dream. The wind carried the voice within my muffled scream. The road that's not taken was full of promises: At the end of my steps were golds and red roses. Long, I have dared the time to paint my rightful claim. If I cowered, I'd surely give myself a blame. I raised my banner on the hill, I stood upon. Daring the rusty road made me a better man. 2nd place