Road Less Traveled

Choice for Quotography 2 for TT

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.”
-Robert Frost

I keep reading this and wondering what is he saying. So far I’ve found maybe several meanings ~ in my head anyway.

1. He chose the path less traveled because he didn’t want to follow in footsteps known to him of life?

2. He chose the path less traveled because he knew where the other path in life might lead?

3. He chose the path less traveled because, well he just wanted to?

4. He knew he could be so many things, but he traveled the path that led to the things that he enjoyed and wanted to pursue in life?

I give…not sure what it means. If you have any suggestions, would love to know what you think this poem is saying by Mr. Frost. (:

~hugs ‘n smiles~ for a great week ahead.

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(Added my Grey Paper Grunge Texture, and then applied Kim’s Colton Texture) for sharing with Texture Tuesday, Tuesday Muse and Quotography

 

Scenery

These were taken (raw out of the camera) on a walk last Summer.

A dried leaf hanging from the tree that I thought looked interesting.
A little bird that stopped by the water's edge to see what we were up to and then he flew away.
Just thought the light coming through the trees and the shade made the water in this area look dark and gloomy.

The Artist


Outside is being painted today…and the color of choice is white
The paint is falling down and covering the ground
Some branches of the trees, just a touch here and there
The artist is Mother Nature

Upon waking you see a clean white sheet
The flakes sparkle as they drift down
Lightly covering all that is on the ground
No tracks, no marks can be seen
The snow has washed the earth clean once again

Then the hustle and bustle of life begins
Cars driving by
People walking
Animals playing here and there

Slowly the atmosphere, gives a brownish hue
Covering the wonderful white that was there
Like the influences in life
Dirtying her up once again

Patiently we wait each day
To see what colors will be displayed
By the artist that is painting our world
Today will it be grey, white or the wonderful Green
That only Spring time can bring

© 1-12-10 Patricia