stoneylonesome wrote: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. "Robert Frost, the road not taken"Beautiful shot Marie; I think I too would have taken the one to the cottage.
thank you ever so much for that beautiful verse by Robert Frost Sandy
really nice of you to go to the trouble
the picture really suits the words
lovely thoughts in his verse
I agree, the road less travelled by is always the right one
and the grass growing along this cottage road means thats the one
besides, a warm cup of something would be lovely right there
when I was a child I loved the old country lanes like this
one long lane leading up to my uncle's house especially
he started a small business with six chickens
and bought eggs off the locals around the countryside, sold them in the city (about 180 round trip every week once a week)
I went with him in his van when collecting the eggs
loved hearing the pitter patter on the rooftop of the van, of the rain which always seemed to be falling
I never disliked it , even then
but to cut a long story short , sadly his beautiful wife (relation to my mother) died of cancer when their last baby was born (he had four children)
I used wheel them up and down the old grassy lane, they strapped into a bockity rickity pram
but, they grew up wonderful, really nice . musical too.
I went for many summer holidays after
even as a teenager, and brought along my girlfriends (different years, one at a time) with our bicycles (on the train)
my friends loved the place and the beautiful rolling hills around the countryside , patches of small green fields all over
we went dancing a lot up there
( it's more up north then where I lived on the outskirts of the city , but near the mountains)
more or less our hay day
we even made hay a lot
whether the sun shone or not
and it always seemed to be shining when out there , drinking huge mugs of tea in between doing the 'work'
great atmosphere with all the relations and friends helping
to finish
the two younger boys took over the dad's triving business after he died
now they are millionaires from expanding the same business gradually
they sell eggs all over , in Dublin city and other places
their staff driving the vans
thank God they didn't waste their dad's hard work from years back
which I remember so well
very many thanks again
) IMO i would have a bit less sky and more bottom of tree in it.
