poem!

this is a little something i threw together because it seemed like fun. i don't quite know what i can do to make it better but here it is anyway!

Robert Frost Had it Wrong

Two path diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry that I saw just two.

One path more traveled

one much less so

but still, only two.

One foot in front of the other

tramping brush and fern underfoot

soul and soles gliding over

roots and trickles of water, puddles

of dewy tears from the trees'

leaves, eaves overhead.

With no idea of where I was going,

which is an advantage of making

your own trail through the woods,

I tried in vain to remember all

the twists and turns my legs took

with a power all their own.

Traveling with no destination in mind,

going where no other had been,

made the sights all the more gorgeous.

Such a shame that travelers before me

seemed to think that only

Two path diverged in a yellow wood.