On Walking Home From School...

As overdone as it may be, I have appreciated Robert Frost's poem The Road Not Taken since I first read it in school.

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;          5

 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,         10 

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.         15 

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.        20 

 I discovered on walking home from school with Bumble Bee that the path less traveled by may seem like a good thing, but really it's not always so...  She spent about 10 minutes trudging through waste deep snow past one house.  I must have been feeling pretty indulgent because I let her do it!  Then, as we moved further along our journey and came to the pirate snowman I had passed earlier in the day, she knocked his nose off!  She stayed to patch him up, though.