Couldn’t wait to find out what a tartan was, he decided to visit Europe
Leaving New Jersey, he traveled to Scotland
And promised himself he would get a kilt of it as soon as he knew which pattern was the right one
Not understanding that they didn’t have tartans for Americans
Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape
Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors
That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there
Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Forging on down the path less traveled
Rarely has such a line struck home as tonight
Outside the sleet and freezing rain coats everything
So driving right now is crazy difficult
That the plow is on the more traveled path makes me regret my decision
Image: robertfrost.org/images/robert-frost-photo.jpg
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