This post was inspired by my friend Dawn, who artfully matches her beautiful photos with her touching poetry. I thought I’d give it a try.
The Trail Not Taken
Two trails diverged in a yellow wood,
and being unable to take them both
and have one butt, long I stood
considering my rear for as long as I could
until I felt bad for its overgrowth.
…
Two trails diverged in a yellow wood.
And me, I chose the one cut wider-ly.
My butt made all the difference.
🙂
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Apologies:
Dear Mr. Frost,
Sorry about that. But don’t spaz out. I’m pretty sure your poem was better. Please, do not turn over in your grave! Thank you very much.
Ferd
Ferd,I like it.I hope that you had a great weekend my friend.
I'm taking the little butt trail. Just saying.
Have a terrific day. Big hug. 🙂
LOL… for just a split second I thought you were actually quoting my favorite poem!
Great job Ferd… I'm sure Mr. Frost rolled over several times 🙂
I'm laughing my….um….my…yeah, I'm laughing it off.
Oh, this is too funny! Both the picture and the poetry. So beautiful. Pass me a tissue.
Thanks, everyone, for the kind words. You encourage me to continue stealing other people's poems! LOL
I think Mr Frost actually sat up for this one. Probably wishes he'd thought of it first! I'm staying off all butt trails.