Thursday, November 22, 2007


Today is Thanksgiving, hope you all enjoy your day. More than the turkey will, I'm sure. Oh, and don't drink too much, like this bird brain. Sometimes it's hard to decide where to spend Thanksgiving day; here or there, with this one or that one, go far or stay close, paper or plastic. This poem reminds me of Thanksgiving.
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.