Hiking
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 traveled by, And
that has made all the difference ...
Robert Frost
Wisconsin
State Hiking Trails dnr.wi.gov