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 marked 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.
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 marked 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 (or Frosty Bob, as I call him, but only if you're in his tight-knit circle)
So there you have it, I feel like Rocky standing on the steps
every time I read that poem. And yet, here I am, August 19, 2012, standing at the first line of the poem. In approximately 23 years, I hope to be on the steps with arms raised high at the end of my teaching career. Don't misunderstand me, there have been days that I've walked away with a small victory, but this poem speaks of monumental victory earned after years of treacherous uphill climbing.
Here I blog before you, connecting life and literature in a wall of words that communicate my innermost thinkings. I will ask my students to do the same. I will ask them to create a voice, connect their thoughts with support, and to passionately pursue a life of language that can be used to express yourself to the world around you. If we as humans do not master the beast of words, we do not stand to accomplish much of anything in this world.
Confession: I have never been a LOLer (Live Out Louder), but I will travel this road if it calls me to a greater ending as a teacher. I will become a transparent learner parallel to my students in the hope that they will learn deeper and remember longer the power of words and language. Let the games begin.
As always, please insert your opinion or comments as I always want my ideas challenged and to perfect my tongue of expression.