In the canon of my memory, "The Road Not Taken" crossed my path when I was in junior high. I remember creating a colored-pencil drawing of that "yellow wood." It might even be hidden in the "undergrowth" of my personal memorabilia in my basement. This time in my life was when I traveled a road I did not enjoy. Yet, this same path led me to my own poetic journey. This first poem I wrote, "Homeward Bound" (which remains unpublished and is stored in my Trapper Keeper from that era), depicted a hopeful return to my home-state of Minnesota. (As life turned out, my family did move from Missouri back to Minnesota the following year.) "The Road Not Taken" spoke more to the roads I had taken and the one I was on, which is perhaps indicative of the teenage mindset. But, the more I read the poem and studied into adulthood, the more I realized what Frost meant. Or, at least, I think I do.
Poem of the Week: "The Road Not Taken"
Poem of the Week: "The Road Not Taken"
Poem of the Week: "The Road Not Taken"
In the canon of my memory, "The Road Not Taken" crossed my path when I was in junior high. I remember creating a colored-pencil drawing of that "yellow wood." It might even be hidden in the "undergrowth" of my personal memorabilia in my basement. This time in my life was when I traveled a road I did not enjoy. Yet, this same path led me to my own poetic journey. This first poem I wrote, "Homeward Bound" (which remains unpublished and is stored in my Trapper Keeper from that era), depicted a hopeful return to my home-state of Minnesota. (As life turned out, my family did move from Missouri back to Minnesota the following year.) "The Road Not Taken" spoke more to the roads I had taken and the one I was on, which is perhaps indicative of the teenage mindset. But, the more I read the poem and studied into adulthood, the more I realized what Frost meant. Or, at least, I think I do.