Paths

This is a path in a Beaverton, Oregon neighborhood. They have this one particular path and whenever I think about peaceful images, my mind thinks of this path. I have walked along it and looked up into the trees, feeling the cool breeze and smelling the pine trees. It is relaxing walking along this path. When I look at this path I think of the poem by Robert Frost, written in 1915. "The Road Not Taken." (It is one of my all time favorite pieces of poetry).


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
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Sometimes when I think about decisions in my life, I think of this poem.