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
This poem is so beautiful and apt for this experience. So grateful to the symphony choir experience with Alex to have learnt the music of the seven Frostiana pieces. The poems of Robert Frost were written about rural life in the 1950s and put to music in 1959 by Randall Thompson. It premiered on October 18, 1959, in Amherst, Massachusetts.
We recorded this and some other songs for Meryl while we were walking
The messages from the songs that arise related to situations and issues being resolved or in topic is uncanny