Feature Poem
My apologies to Mr. Frost
Two roads in yellow wood diverged
and I in my arrogance choose to travel both.
Thinking that I could enjoy the benifits of each,
if only I could travel the woods between.
But like so many others who have tried before
the woods become so thick between the paths
that in the end you can not find your way
and then one day you find yourself lost between two roads.
Others who watched you dart on and off the path
snicker to themselves each time that you appear.
They know what you are trying,
though none would tell you so.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and I, I took them both.
And now as I stand alone I know
that trying has made all the difference.
