I am new to this blogging business, but hope to give it credence. Bear with my growing pains as we journey through this together, my friends.
I do not like to write much about myself that identifies me personally as I do not fully trust electronic websites to provide security from detection. None can be too careful, eh?
That said, I will be posting odd bits and pieces as they come to me. Poetry, mostly. Hopefully no rantings or ravings.
I hope our journey together is a blissful one, and that I become acquainted with others through this venture!
As our good friend Mr. Frost once said:
| 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; | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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. |
