I often think of Robert Frost’s phrase, “I took the road less traveled by” when brushing against dirt, rocks, or grass on a trail. While following a single stretch of a path, whether that road leads in a curve or in a straight line, I notice a myriad of branches to trails that I normally classify as detours. Is that what Robert Frost means when he says he traveled a road less traveled by others? The grass stops splashing my shoes with its dew as I realize I’ve switched paths. I’m on gravel now, walking the road traveled by most as I regain my bearings. Various others have walked these gravel streets before, though I doubt that they weren’t just thinking of transit; the transit from class to home, work to home, party to home, or home to home. Gravel reminds me of city streets, lit up twenty-four hours a day and providing plenty of reason to hustle through the daily traffic jam. Specifically, I remember clearly how eons would pass by in cars, buses, or trains waiting to get home as the city became larger and longer. Strips of …show more content…
“Don’t talk to strangers,” my parents would tell me in unison. Ironically, as I would traverse familiar party-blocks, strangers would come up to me and ask for directions so I would do my best if I could to help. To this day, I’m not sure if there really is a “stranger danger” that is universal to all creeds, though I tend to think people on the same path ought to be respected to a certain extent. Apple trees have been dropping their babies from the sky, hurling them towards the ground in hopes that they will grow new trees. Unfortunately, as I trudge through their corpses on the gravel road, I have seen this to be a vain hope of nature that cannot adapt to human expansion. There are tracks, however, in these apple stained roads and perhaps humans will expand that throughout the
In his poem, The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost wrote, "Two roads diverge in the woods, and I took the one least traveled by/ And that has made all the difference." In this poem, the narrator had a choice of two roads. However, I've discovered that life is a little more complicated. Sometimes the path we embark on is not always the one we choose. Sometimes we are pushed or pulled in certain directions and we have to react to our environment.
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
Moving is lots of work took me 4 days to pack and 5 to get everything from one house to the new house in Firestone. It was an extremely sad day when we moved because we have lived in that house for 10 years and have had so many memories like when i had my first sleep over i went down the stairs in a pillowcase and broke my hand and the time my sister did a cartwheel down the stairs and broke the railing and my dad was so hostile and frustrated. The part that made me so hostile is when people had to come to the house and look at the home very cautiously i could not be in the house at all i had to leave and and be out of the house of half an hour with my 1 year old brother. It's extremely stressing to have a little brother that but I admire
The drive is my favorite place to be. The reason behind this is that the drive is a perfect purgatory. A perfect middle ground. In the drive i’m going somewhere and yet at the same time i’m going nowhere. You’re leaving and going at the same time. I love this fulcrum because it allows me to not worry about making a decision because it’s happening at the same time. A moment of peace.
I was so tired of her pushing me out, being upset with me for no reason, and we still had four days left. She had been treating me like this for a year, but Roadtrip was supposed to be my escape. Roadtrip was supposed to be fun, and it had been so far, but it was marred by loneliness and sadness.
“So, Nancy, how are you holding up” asked the detective’s assistant, Taylor Brown. The detective, Nancy Key, only responded with an emotionless expression, “Taylor tell me the list of suspects. We need to figure out who did this to my parents.” A day before any of this is happening, Nancy found her adoptive parents lying on the floor, having been murdered. “Well according to this file our suspects are Grace Wesley.” Nancy’s eye twitched as she muttered, “Of course, first on the list.” “We also have Melody Key, Harry O’rien, Gwen Sherry, and Ashley Barton.” “Taylor what are the alibis of our suspects?” asked Nancy. “Grace had a family feud and wanted your father’s position, Melody was there five minutes before you found your parents dead, Harry
a special service where they give you a cross and each group sat together outside in a circle to just poured out our hearts to each other. Once you felt ready you could go up to a cross to think of one thing holding you back from completely serving God and you hand that “thing” over to God and let him take care of it. That was one of the most emotional and important times in my life because from that time I have gained so much trust in God and trustly leaned on him when something steps in my life that in keeping me from serving him with all my heart. After the ceremony our group went our separate ways and fell asleep.
For the second time in six months I found myself and my family gathered around each other with few words and many emotions. This journey began in 2011 when I came home to find out my older sister had collapsed at school earlier in the day. Me being a sixth grader I did not think much about it. As months went by it had become a frequent occurrence. Over a long period of time my sister faced numerous tests at some of the top hospitals in the region, but this phenomenon remained an enigma to all doctors. During that time, I wondered why her. She looks so normal on the outside. How could this happen. She is my best friend, she plays soccer, figure skates, and is a normal teenager. Through out this process I was determined
A change of scenery helps to sort things out. Portland, a green city and much more laid back than the San Francisco Bay Area was just what I needed. It gave me the space to ponder and to think more like an artist and less like an art historian. Even as I seriously tried to develop projects, write grants, and act as though I was still into it, the art history part, I wasn't and as it turned out, I wasn’t successful doing anything in Portland but gardening and raising chickens, signs that I needed a change.
Twenty minutes into the walk on the tan graveled road, something caught my eye. A tall antique-looking arch of rocks faced us. Its looming frame forced us to crane our stiff necks to view it. The very top was wearing thin and looked as if it was going to collapse in on itself. The arch was the entrance to a path lined with a low rock wall on either side. The mist created a moist refrigerator-like atmosphere; we gladly sat down on the walls to take a break.
“The Road Not Taken” literal scene and situation is that the traveler is walking in the woods or “yellow wood” (1) which symbolizes nature. In addition, the literal scene is that while the traveler is walking in the woods, when he comes upon “two roads diverged” (1) which could literary mean a fork in the road or crossroads.
The Road Not Taken is a twenty-line poem written in iambic pentameter with the rhyme scheme ABAAB. This poem starts with the author walking through the woods. He comes to a fork in the path and is torn by which path to take...does he take the path that is traveled by everybody, or the one rarely traveled upon? He decides to take the road less traveled by. By taking this path he changes his life in some way unknown to the reader.
The journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it.
In Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”, Frost shows the everyday human struggle to make a choice that could change the course of one’s life. In his poem, a person has the choice to take one road or the other. One road is worn out from many people taking it, and the other is barely touched, for fewer have taken that road. Throughout the poem, the speaker learns that just because so many other people have done one thing, or walked one way, does not mean everyone has to. Sometimes you just have to go your own way.
Wood, Kerry M. "Poetry Analysis: The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost - by Kerry Michael Wood - Helium." Helium - Where Knowledge Rules. 22 May 2008. Web. 03 May 2011. .