The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost- I love this poem w/ a passion! ")

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 kept 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.

Some Poems.....

Growing Old

( read slowly...this is one of my favorites!)


The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer;

The headstones thicken along the way;

And life grows sadder, but love grwos stronger

For those who walk with us day by day.



The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower;

The courage is lesser to do and dare;

And the tide of joy in the heart falls lower,

And seldom covers the reefs of care.



But all true things in the world seem truer,

And the better things of earth seem best,

And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,

And love is all as our sun dips west. Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,

And let us speak softly in low, sweet tone,

For no man knows on the morrow wheather

We two pass on- or but one alone.



Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tree's Lament

An Old Tree's Lament

It whispers through my greatest prize

That once used to look so fine

I used to be the one to rise

above those pathetic pines.

I still look down upon them

They smile up at me instead

Cause their lives are flourishing

While mine is almost dead.

I cannot comprehend

Why time is so cruel to me

I've seen everything from where I stand-

A little boy skin his knee...

A dieing solider wanting to feel Mama's hand

My once strong limbs

Have given shade to many a weary man

While the small ones hide up in me

Trying to see who can.

I have never left this spot

For many years not at all!

But here my trunk it starts to rot

As my leaves begin to fall.

I thought I was enormous

My roots were firm and strong

Smaller trees were nothing compared to my awesomeness

Everything about them was wrong!

My life is ending hastily...

Those other trees will scorn

When they see my empty self

Standing lonely and so worn...

CSL

Be The Best of What Ever You Are!

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley-but be

The best little scrub by the sid eof the rill;

Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush by a bit of the grass,

And some highway happier make;

If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass-

But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captians, we've got to be crew,

There's something for all of us here,

There's big ork to do, and there's lesser to do,

And the task you must do is near.

If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,

If you can' be the sun be a star;

It isn't by size that you win or you fail-

Be the best of whatever you are!

- Douglas Malloch

Little Flower...

Little Flower...

Little flower of the field

How long will beauty be?

Your perfect all about

Cannot we also see?

You dance there in the sunlight

You laugh gaily witt the breeze

Oh! Such a sight for eyes weary for to see

Leaves fall all about, wanting to consume

But still you can be found

By your sweet perfume

Little flower of the field

How long will it take for them to see?

Oh! How long will beauty be?

CSL