The Road Less Traveled...

My all time favorite poem is Robert Frost's "The Road Less Traveled."  If you do not know it, here are its words:

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.
 
Even when I read this in middle school or high school, and I was forced to memorize it, I loved it.  I loved it for the imagery.  I have always enjoyed camping, biking, and hiking.  I could picture myself standing at a fork in a trail and needing to decide the way I would go. 
 
I also love it because I desire to travel on the less popular road.  Sometimes the less popular road is the one more difficult, but it also is the one that brings more adventures as well as more rewards.  Like the poem says:  "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and it has made all the difference."