"Her Memory Lane"This piece was made for a compassionate woman that longs for the old sunflower covered path of her youth. Despite the fact that such old country roads are becoming more and more extinct, she holds the simplicity and bliss of it in her heart. This poem frequently came to my mind as I worked the clay and I thought about this loving lady and her quiet lane in Idaho.
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Robert Frost (1874–1963).
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| The Road Not Taken |
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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; | |
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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, | |
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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. | |
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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. |
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I prefer the one less traveled by too... It does make all the difference...
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"Tree Of Life"
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