FORK IN THE ROAD
Sauntering alone one fall day,
Came upon a spoon in a brook,
Although I had the time, No way
It was a stream to go afishing in.
Weathered stones, weathered spoon,
Much time together had been spent,
Some much alike they’ve come to be,
To separate would violate. So I went.
And I left them.
Sauntering home that fall day,
Came to a fork in the road,
It was new, so I took it, and that,
That never made any difference.
............................................RDS
8 comments:
Well, maybe it made no difference, except for a great story/poem!
A story about a spoon and a stream... It really is sparking all sorts of images in my mind of my own wanderings along fishing streams. Thank you for this lovely scene.
I love the allusions to Frost here and the effect of taking time!
What a wonderful take on this prompt...I love that you let the spoon rest right where it was with those stones. Great photo!
You surely produced a charming and evocative piece of work - great job....
Beautiful photo, and a great poem/story, too!
I like that photo..perfect. Sometimes I hesitate before I walk out the door without my camera!
Hey RDS, you had a big letdown, didn't you?
Or. You could drive, fly, or take the train. But you walk, you don't hurt the environment (disturb nature).
I like the latter interpretation better(the second is really an application of a different interpretation and NOT an interpretation).
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