Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, 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
Scott added these words which I really like, especially the fantasy element.
Through streams and over shadowed trails near rabbit holes and fairy rings, slipping past the shafts of light that bar my way or seek to hinder the destination for which i’m going Thank you Scott.
Through streams and over shadowed trails near rabbit holes and fairy rings, slipping past the shafts of light that bar my way or seek to hinder the destination for which i’m going
near rabbit holes and fairy rings,
slipping past the shafts of light
that bar my way or seek to hinder
the destination for which i’m going
-nowhere near as eloquent as Frost-