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Connie would like to share her art and travels with the world-- perhaps some writing too...
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, 1913
Excellent rhyme structure..going with the flow.
ReplyDeleteRiver raised from cradle to grave. I've floated down stream and paddled up and never tire of her song.
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The river in the picture is lovely, and so is your little flowing poem.
ReplyDeleteCities were built near rivers. The river provides it with all the essentials: water,food, transport, power, recreation.
If you grew up on the river,then it's in your heart and blood forever. Will you go to the city? what for? you've got almost everything you need on the river.
Sounds as though the river might be more amenable to your being , CHK !.
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Delightful poem. Ticks most of the boxes for me.
ReplyDeletelove it...
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