
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 kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads 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.
Tomorrow I start my new job as Director of the St. Paul School’s Program at Belwin. The picture is taken from the tower on the site (in Afton) of one of the praires. This is what I will see every day! I know this is a huge step in a different direction, a less traveled one, that I am excited about.
To make things easier Dean and I sold our house on Thursday! So, now we are searching for the new one on that side of the cities.