It’s 11:00PM PCT which means I’ve reached 14 hours in the event. Vasilly has challenged participants to:
Find a poem and post it. The length of the poem does not matter.
My favorite poem of all time is Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken:
| 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; | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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. |






















Love Robert Frost. Have his collection but my aunt borrowed it. I’m still going on caffine and stubborness. My dog abandoned me and went to bed without me. Happy Reading.
LOL – don’t feel bad about the dog. Both my dogs and both my cats have abandoned me…oh, and my husband too. I’m on the couch with pillows and a cup of tea…don’t know how much longer I can hang in there though!
I love that poem as well. I believe I have a collection of his work–maybe I’ll have to look for it when I need a break from the other fiction. I’m doing fine sleepywise but boy are my eyes hurting!
Trish: I’ve decided I need to get some much needed sleep. See you in a few hours!
I think this is the first time I read the poem from beginning to end. It is wonderful. Thank you, Wendy! (BTW, I am catching up on you “older” readathon posts; the ones I didn’t get to read or comment on while I was cheerleading; I will definitely be a reader next time as well).
Myrthe: It *is* wonderful, isn’t it? I really relate to that poem and always have. Thanks for your great cheerleading during this event!