The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost

 

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.

This is what came to my mind when listening to the audio of Robert Frost's poem, 'The Road Not Taken.' The things that I thought to be symbolic was the two different path's and I really like how he described the tree's to be golden color. So, I wanted to include those golden trees and the two paths to choose from. On the left side the path is darker and might be the road that is not taken my most traveler's. While the other path seems to be brighter and to be the most common path to go through.