The Road Not Taken

Today, Friday May 21st, Mrs. Harrington had the great pleasure of walking into a classroom where one of the first students she worked with and got to know had been asked to recite a poem he had memorized. Mrs. Harrington listened both attentively and selectively, realizing how the words struck a deep cord within her and the upcoming adventure she will begin with her dearly beloved. The poem is well known, the meaning and explanations plenty. However, for the Harrington's, as they begin this new road on their journey, the words take on new life, new meaning and put into words feelings that have been difficult to describe.

Dear Readers,
Enjoy The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost.


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 marked 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.