Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow W

Written by Robert Frost on January 1, 1916
Arranged by Rachel Pattycake Bell on February 22, 2013
Published in Issue 007

two roads diverged.
in a yell, “ow! 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 Theo T.
Hera’s just as fair (and having perhaps the better claim)
because it was grassy and wanted.
 
we =art.
 
(houghasforthatthepassingth-)
 
ere 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 doubt.
 
Ed,
if i should ever come back i shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence.
two roads diverge.
din,
a wood,
and i.
I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.