I seem to be keep coming back to this poem a lot in our poem and story time during the day. It pretty much goes over the kids heads, and I don't explain the deep meaning of it too much (I prefer to let them enjoy a poem for the way they hear it, and what they like about it), but I love it, and it seems to speak to me at the moment, so the kids are hearing quite a bit.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that 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 to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
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