Poetry in the Forest

I loved this Robert Frost poem in school and our Byron Bay lighthouse walk reminded me of it and I thought it was a nice way to think of our little adventure. A bit of Junior Cert literature for you, I'm telling you, this blog has everything!

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.

Brian also had a poetic moment in the forest:

"something, something, something, tree

something, something, something, path

something, something, something, darkside"

Hey diddle diddle, I saw this road, And took a piddle