Paths Not Taken
by Draggin Frost
Two paths diverged in the crafty wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
To find you twice, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bore mushroom undergrowth;
Then spied the other, just as planar,
And having perhaps enchanted powers,
Stone and grass laid for this maintainer;
But lacking for a slack campaigner
As both paths contained no nymphs nor flowers.
And both that evening equally lay
In blocks of sod once trodden gold.
Oh, I kept the last for another day!
Yet knowing paths lead long astray
Doubted ever to the second trail behold.
I shall be telling this ages after
Somewhere we have built our garden fence:
Two paths diverged for a silvan crafter
But I forged onward to your laughter
And that has made all the difference.