poem* A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme.
sigh*to let out one's breath audibly, as from sorrow, weariness, or relief.
moxie* courage,determination, know-how, energy, pep
Though his work is principally associated with the life and landscape of New England, and though he was a poet of traditional verse forms and metrics who remained steadfastly aloof from the poetic movements and fashions of his time, Frost is anything but a merely regional or minor poet. The author of searching and often dark meditations on universal themes, he is a quintessentially modern poet in his adherence to language as it is actually spoken, in the psychological complexity of his portraits, and in the degree to which his work is infused with layers of ambiguity and irony.
This was my Mother's favorite poem, she would have been seventy two this month. LOVE
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;
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.
Roads come in all types - paved, brick, dirt, gravel, wooded, yellow. Travel your road (be it less traveled or not) with confidence and humor. I've come to know it takes a great deal of moxie to follow your own path and heed the feeling in your belly. If you do, you'll discover you're not alone.
Mumford and Sons