[NoCmpromiz]

There’s a beaten path?

Seems to me that it was the one not taken...

	The Road Not Taken
		 
	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 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.

[ArGee]

I’ve always found that poem interesting in that he says the roads are worn about the same, but then claims to have taken the one less traveled by.

I always took the poem to mean, “Don’t travel high.”

[ArGee]

     I shall be telling this with a sigh
     Somewhere ages and ages hence:
     Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
     I chopped down all the trees between them,
     And that has made all the difference.

There, fixed it.