A Walk Amidst Clouds

The Start

Finally I choose a poem to begin a journey with. Henceforth, I shall be posting all my poetic & creative stuff here and leave my forest of thoughts for ramblings. Yes, time for making a distinction between something beautiful and something poisonous has come. So here we begin with something from 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.