Two roads diverged ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
And ¦¦¦¦¦ I could not travel both
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I stood
And looked down one ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
To where it bent ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then took the other, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ perhaps ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Because it was grassy ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
And ¦¦¦¦ that morning ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
In leaves no step had trodden ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ I kept ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ for another day!
Yet knowing how ¦¦¦ leads on ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Two roads diverged ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ traveled by,
And that ¦¦¦ made all the difference.
(Blackout of ) The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
Robert Frost
was easily-bossed.
He knew Boston quite well
as, if you read his works, you can probably tell.
The loneliest road, a path unknown,
Where footprints fade, the seeds unsown.
Amidst the woods, in silent grace,
A solitary journey we all must face.
Beneath the moon's pale, silver light,
The stars above, a quiet night.
In solitude, we find our way,
A road less traveled, come what may.
Through winding lanes and darkened woods,
The loneliest road, where silence broods.
But in this solitude, we'll find,
A deeper self, an awakened mind.
The loneliest road, it's not in vain,
For in its silence, we attain,
A strength to tread where others fear,
The road less traveled, crystal clear.
So let us walk with hearts held high,
The loneliest road, beneath the sky.
Embrace the journey, bold and true,
For in its solitude, we are.
I took the road less traveled
to hear if a falling tree
with no one around
aside from me
(yours truly)
does make a sound
but lost my way
in the bewilderness
veered far astray
and for the life of me
couldn't see
the forest for the trees
but if I could
it would feel so good
not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump
as then I'd be out of the woods
Did we meet when stars aligned?
Or when fate dragged our paths,
to coincide, to bump together,
sidled up, side by side,
by coincidence, in time and space?
Or did we slide into the same path by accident?
Enchanted to dance by chance,
with happenstance and serendipity,
on a path less traveled?
We met in a deserted park,
in a deserted ghost town,
on a path way off the beaten track
Both coming to see how rising salinity
in the district's groundwater,
through excessive water use,
had ruined the crops,
ruined the town's livelihood.
Everyone had left.
One of us came here,
to yen its cause,
the other with pen,
to write a report.
In the park was a swing
with a rusty chain and black rubber seat.
The wind made the swing,
swing to and fro, to and fro,
emitting a haunting creak.
Which drew us to share the
pathos of the scene.
Which to us, thus met,
made all the difference.
This path, this town, this park,
this swing, this wind, this creak,
by accident,
made all the difference!
Polar bear at the north pole, floating on a lone ice floe,
thinks to himself, 'What happened to my world, where did all the ice go?'
If to the south pole he did depart, penguins to compare,
would he then be, a well-traveled bipolar bear?
The loneliest road I’ve taken winds, unseen,
Through shadowed woods where no bright of day can find,
Past bushes low and trees of whispering green,
Each root and leaf in tangled paths entwined.
The bees drift softly, droning round my ear,
In solitude, their gentle hums resound—
A music sweet, yet haunting, sharp and clear,
Among the hidden corners of the ground.
The ocean’s breath is far yet finds me here,
A murmuring breeze through every pine,
It stirs the leaves like distant worlds I see,
A ghostly touch, a presence soft, so heavenly.
I walk alone, yet never quite alone,
The wilds my heart with tender sighs you console;
For on this path, though every steps unknown,
The earth itself is keeper of my soul.
I went my own way
became a leader instead
of following crowd
The loneliest road, a path unknown,
Where footprints fade, the seeds unsown.
Amidst the woods, in silent grace,
A solitary journey we all must face.
Beneath the moon's pale, silver light,
The stars above, a quiet night.
In solitude, we find our way,
A road less traveled, come what may.
Through winding lanes and darkened woods,
The loneliest road, where silence broods.
But in this solitude, we will find,
A deeper self, an awakened mind.
The loneliest road, it's not in vain,
For in its silence, we attain,
A strength to tread where others fear,
The road less traveled, crystal clear.
So let us walk with hearts held high,
The loneliest road, beneath the sky.
Embrace the journey, bold and true,
For in its solitude, we are renewed.
in 1901 two female professors travelled to France
While they visited Palace of Versailles an amazing vision appeared
it was Marie Antoinette, in the garden, patiently sketching
She was wearing her 1780 attire, did not notice them at all
She disappeared when their tour guide approached
Both women were well-respected, not the kind to hallucinate
Their names were Anne Moberly and Eleanor Jourdain
They both wrote a book about the experience
Had they time-travelled or had Marie time-traveled
or had they all three time-traveled? A mystery indeed.
The other day I had a "first", two flat tires.
Could it have been worse?
I was on a narrow country road and
driving very, very slow.
Suddenly my car made a loud pop
and then it fell. The right side dropped.
I drove a bit further with a little hesitation
and fortunately reached my planned destination.
I got out of the car and said, "oh no,
on this lovely day I'll need a tow".
I must have hit a pot hole.
Two thousand dollars I had to pay.
The road less traveled can stay that way..
"The Road Less Traveled"
Not all roads diverge in a wood,
Some lead to places misunderstood.
They wind and twist, never straight,
Leading us to a different fate.
While others take the path well-known,
The beaten track that's often shown,
Some of us crave a different view,
And choose the road that's less pursued.
It's not for fame or glory we stray,
But to find a new and different way.
A way that's harder, but more true,
A way that's meant for just a few.
The road less traveled is not for all,
It's for the brave who hear the call,
Who seek adventure, and a chance to see,
The world in all its majesty.
And so we take the path unknown,
With courage, hope, and faith we've shown,
That sometimes taking the harder way,
Leads us to a brighter day.
For life is but a winding road,
With many twists and turns bestowed,
And those who choose to go their own,
Will find a way to make a home.
So if you choose the road less traveled,
Know that you're not alone or addled,
But one of many who choose to see,
The world in all its mystery.
The Road Less Traveled
Know yourself and what you believe is right,
Then follow your path with all your might.
Sometimes you'll be alone on the road,
At others with others, yes quite a load.
Don't let the crowd define your way,
But your sense of right be your sway.
Some say to take the road less traveled,
Yet at times, for some, with your tribe stay raveled.
Each day we have a plethora of choices,
Make yours based on internal, belief based voices.
You'll find the same as I have dear,
That each night you'll sleep with a heart and head that's clear!
--End--
My plans for a road that's less traveled
are looking a little unraveled;
inflation is roaring
and fuel costs are soaring...
Yikes, six hundred bucks for the gravel!
If you care for someone deeply,
How far do you travel with them
When they're lost ?
This question presented itself
To me recently, and their path
Was avoided & not crossed.
The journey could not be explored
By both of us, as I was unwilling to
Share in that pain.
So I had to quit in this venture
With another, and knew there was
No more to gain.
Sadly the residue remaining from
This friendship, was now broken and
Filled with animus.
With only the memory that once
Was felt between two, only to be
Leftover to one's alias.
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