My Favorite Poem

This poem was introduced to me by two of the greatest teachers I ever had in school. Mrs. Carroll and Mrs. Giove. I have no idea where these teachers are now...They were my teachers in 8th grade. I believe they both quit teaching at Cedar Ridge after that year though...I could be wrong. I haven't seen them again. But I have never had ANY teachers have a REAL impact on my life, and change the way I think and feel like these two did. I have NEVER forgotten them. When trials come up in my life, I've thought about them, because they truly cared about there students and they taught us how to handle things that came up in life. I have never had another teacher (Or teachers) that made me feel like they truly cared about me like these two did. I am appreciative of them, for the love and kindness they shared, and for opening my eyes, and making me feel worthwhile. I have memorized this poem, and when trials or hard decisions come up, I find myself saying this poem in my mind. It has helped me on a number of occassions to just be okay, just know that everything is for a purpose and will turn out okay in the end. I thought I'd share it with you. I'm very fond of poetry, or words to songs, etc. I believe I got the love of this from my father, who got it from the greatest person in the world...his Mother; my wonderful Grandma Peck. And to Mrs. Giove and Mrs. Carroll wherever you are...If my arms were big enough to reach wherever you are, I'd wrap them around your neck and say "THANK YOU FOR CARING!"

The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost


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.