A few weeks ago, I visited the Robert Frost Farm in Derry, New Hampshire. It was a beautiful day as the Fall leaves floated in the air. It was a small New England house surrounded by a field and trees. Many of his poems were written there.
Robert sold the farm in 1911 and by 1950 it had become a salvage yarrd and a junk car graveyard.
In 1964, the state of New Hampshire bought it and cleaned it up, and made it an historic site.
This made me think about his poem THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED. (below) The path we choose and the decisions we make in life, make all the difference. We need to choose wisely. It can change the course of our lives.
The Road Less Traveled.
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.