Dragon’s voice rings
with thundering wings.
The foo dog’s yawn
brings the dawn.
From life to statue,
I take my cue.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: A Happy Belated birthday to Robert Frost, arguably the most famous poet in the US if not the world. The Road Not Taken is a concept that has taken hold and hasn’t let go, despite the poem’s later acknowledgement that the path trod was as worn as the other. That shows the importance of a good title. Have a great week! Warmly, Brenda
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.