Forks

Forks. What are they? Eating Utensiuls, a city in Washington, or is it the choices in life. I usually try to focus in that class but sometimes my mind just wonders off to the person in front, side, or behide me. So this really made me think when Mr. Thompson told to read, copy it, and think about it in our journals. The Peom was written by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken:

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 sighSomewhere 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.



My first question after Mr. Thompson read it to the class was...

Is Mr. Frost still alive? Mr. T had said he is a modern poet. So I asked. I didn't think of the question sounded smart. All over the class people turned and stared at me. It was a simple question. And if you don't know yourself, I'll save you the embrassment. He passed away awhile ago.

But still what are those forks, choices like deciding which high school to go to or is it more than that? I'm still not sure what I fully means by having a fork in the wood of my life yet but I'm sure I'll find out some day.