Wandering the Red Woods

I would like to share with you my favorite poem. I guess I like this the best because it kind of explains my life.

When L went on his mission I took a very long drive. It helped to get my head back together (guess I could use another long drive, only the gas is too expensive now). On the way back home I took several pictures in the Red Woods so that I could use them to illustrate my favorite poem. Well I couldn't find the perfect picture, but I sure had fun trying. I still have dreams about going back and just sitting in the Red Woods and enjoying the beautiful spirit that exists there. It was humbling to be in a forest that was probably around when the Savior walked the earth.

Without further ado:

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood
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, 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.