Written by Robert Frost on January 1, 1916
Arranged by Angela Washko on February 18, 2013
Published in Issue 007

 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