Saturday, February 3, 2007

Bobbie Park

The Road Not Taken — 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 m 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.



Chelsea, my sister, laser cut cold-rolled steel and installed the poem on a tree behind our home in Olympia, Wash. She was inspired to create the piece after the poem was read at our Mom's memorial service.

2 comments:

Jason Arthur said...

I can see the resemblance. Your entire family seems so artistically gifted.

Unknown said...

thats lovely...