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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.



~Robert Frost~






I have dedicated this favorite poem page to my Loving Sister.

She read this poem at her 8th grade graduation.

Everytime I read it, I am reminded of her and how her reading these words aloud so many years ago, have ironically become the reality of where Life has guided her since.

I don't think she will ever know how important she has been and is to me.

I Love you Sister.






Below you will find some of my sisters interests! She Loves vintage movies, especially the romantic ones. I love to hear my sister read me her poetry, it is always so touching ;-)








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