Sometimes I wish I was a poet..

M's topic: What's your favorite poem?

Secrets with Cam time- once upon a time I thought I was a total poet! (Read that with the same mental tone as if you were reading "a total bada**!") 

No, for real, I did.

I was going to write poetry and illustrate my literary genius so that I would become a world-renown children's book author. Sometimes, I still entertain this line of thought. Not kidding, dudes, I had a GREAT series of haikus about which you could never guess the topic!

Drawing from my childhood experiences, of course. 😁

Not only that, but my sister had this steno notebook that was full of poems she wrote, and I READ them. Oh man, she would have been super mad if she'd known that then. Not only did I read them, but (here's the kicker) I used one for my senior quote under my picture in my senior yearbook, thinking it would be funny. 

I'm still mortified.

Can't believe I did that. What a dope I am, you guys!

Not that I don't admire my sister and think she's ultra cool, but she wrote that when she was in high school and then I STOLE it, and oh my. Just. Oh my.

Anyway....

My favorite poem.

My favorite poem is absolutely "The Road Not Taken," by Robert Frost. I had to memorize a poem in 8th grade and recite it in front of my class, with a choice of three poems to memorize- a Robert Frost, "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe, and a third I can't remember and probably never will. "The Road Not Taken" was permanently imprinted on my memory and became something I automatically thought of and sometimes daydreamed about when hiking at the dunes or just outside enjoying nature. 

Without further ado, "The Road Not Taken," folks.

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, 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.

-Robert Frost, the Man, the Legend 

I feel like that poem is a metaphor for my life (and probably 98% of the world's population could claim that as a metaphor for their life with the same right to claim it as I believe I have), although not necessarily in the most positive ways. The words do inspire a feeling of hope in me, however, which is always welcome, in my lofty opinion.

There have been others that come and go, but by and large, "The Road Not Taken" has my heart, and (I suspect) always will. 

Kind of like Gilbert Blythe. 😉