My Path

The Road Not Taken


Road Through Forest

Road Through Forest

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.

August 1, 1915: Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken was first published in the Atlantic Monthly 100 years ago today. While the poem works as a metaphor for the weight we put on turning points in our lives, Frost later insisted the verses were simply inspired by a literal walk in the woods.

Some 40 years or so ago I memorized this poem by Robert Frost and it still blooms in my mind.  It spoke to me then, as I decided, as a young teenager, to always try to take the higher road–the path prompted by faith, rather than the expected.

After graduating from Reedley High School, I went away to school, then spent many years traveling all over the world, living in interesting places, gathering a variety of friends, trying to find my path, as directed by my Father in Heaven.  Seeking His will for me has taken me places I never would have chosen or discovered on my own.

I look back now, and remember this poem, committed to memory so long ago, and I marvel at where my path has taken me.  And it continues, now in Yakima Washington.  I am grateful for the inspiration these words instilled in a the heart of a young farm girl so many years ago!

About annlaemmlenlewis

Welcome to my personal blog, Ann's Words. It's nice of you to visit! To find family history stories and histories, please visit my other blog, Ann's Stories. To learn about my missionary service, please visit Our Washington Yakima Mission 2015-2018.
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1 Response to My Path

  1. Dixie Baker says:

    I love Robert Frost. He’s buried in the graveyard of the Old First Church in Bennington, VT. It’s a beautiful place in one of my favorite towns in America. I made a “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” appliqued pillow for my son when he was about 25, because he memorized the poem when he was 4. Thanks for jogging wonderful memories for me, Ann.

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