These are the sort of trees I picture when Robert Frost mentions a yellow wood in his poem, "The Road Not Taken." My friend Sandy Schelthelm took this photo.
|photo by Sandy Schelthelm|
If I were to make a list of my favorite poems, this Frost poem below would claim the #1 spot. It's another poem that Katie (former student) and I memorized together about six years ago. She could recite it beautifully.
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 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.
If you head over to poets.org you can hear Frost himself (an aged Frost) recite it:
If you were to make a list of your favorite people on earth, who would claim the #1 spot?
Happy birthday wishes to my favorite person! He turns just a little bit older today.
Paige, Sally and I had fun birthday shopping for him. We're thankful to have the whole
family together to celebrate.