The Road Not Taken
(robert frost)
Wwhat a grand feeling it was to be once again in Mary Fix Park —
a wilderness park where trees live and die where they stood or fell.
The park is located on an acreage where iwldernesss would be
least likely. — the junction of QEW and Hurontaio — dense population yet also room
for wild creatures like the pair of coyotes who seem to
be able to raise a [up or two with little difficulty.
Mary Fix Park has many Roads Not Taken. Come walk with me.
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 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.
