The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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.

What a Flash Flood is like

  So this weekend my and my family went to Mt.Badly to pick berries and see my Momma Alison. Everything was okay, only that it was a solid 74 degrees outside and barely any sun. There was also a little drizzle, but Momma Alison didn’t think much of it because “It hadn’t rained in a good 10 years.”- we were on a different topic when she told me that. But anyways lets just skip the boring introduction and get right to it.

What is a Flash Flood like? 


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