The Road Less Traveled By

As a Robert Frost fan, Hu-Dad instantly thought of a poetic reference when he watched Typhoon choose the road less traveled by.

Typhoon racing a circuit around the yard.

Typhoon racing a circuit around the yard.

The typical race around Sibe Quentin is as wide as possible, edging up against the fence. The path is so common that a dirt trail has been worn into the yard marking the pattering of many paws. Typhoon, however, chose a different path yesterday.

Through the middle of the tree . . .

Through the middle of the Tree of Life . . .

. . . and out.

. . . and out.

Once the lower circle was completed through the less used route, Typhoon raced back for the deck.

And that has made all of the difference.

And that has made all of the difference.

And for those who like Mr Frost as much as the Hu-Dad, we present the complete text of 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 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.

4 Comments

  1. Juno's mom on August 18, 2016 at 9:59 am

    The road less traveled always attracts the most curious and adventurous spirit. Seems to fit Typhoon.

  2. Lori on August 18, 2016 at 7:48 am

    Typhoon the adventurer and trailblazer!!!!

  3. Susan McManus on August 18, 2016 at 6:32 am

    This is one of my favorite poems. Typhoon illustrates it so well. He looks especially cute peeking out of the Tree of Life.

  4. Mom, Ice 'n Ebby on August 18, 2016 at 6:13 am

    Mom sez: Been a long time since I had to memorize that in school. Grade ten, I believe it was, in about 1951. Surprised at how much of it I remembered as I read your post, Kirk.

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