...but my husband says "let's go"
and... well... what can one do?
So we peek into places like this...
that turn into this...
and this...
and this...
and catch a glimpse of this...
This box didn't have a sign, but I knew we're not to touch it
...but my daughter's curiosity got the best of her
So she opened it...
and was thrilled to find a nest with three of these...
The Road Not Taken
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment