Green Acres with Twyla

                                                           The Road Not Taken



                                           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 marked 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