Filking Frost
Jan. 1st, 2006 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zonewombatI'm making a calendar for Robert of Mallory, and am amusing myself. One month's illustration is this photo and this filked poem:
TWO roads diverged where I was at,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I sat
And looked around in my bunny hat
To where Mom was biting back an oath;
One was rutted, narrow, and unkempt,
Clearly difficult terrain,
The other, busier, we could attempt;
Dangerous for us to some extent
By no means a pleasant lane.
And Mom was wroth to push me either way
Into traffic or along the rougher track;
Oh, we kept the first for another day!
And took the stroller on the rougher way,
Thinking we'd take the other back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads in our neighborhood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
To find it ended at someone's fence.
TWO roads diverged where I was at,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I sat
And looked around in my bunny hat
To where Mom was biting back an oath;
One was rutted, narrow, and unkempt,
Clearly difficult terrain,
The other, busier, we could attempt;
Dangerous for us to some extent
By no means a pleasant lane.
And Mom was wroth to push me either way
Into traffic or along the rougher track;
Oh, we kept the first for another day!
And took the stroller on the rougher way,
Thinking we'd take the other back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads in our neighborhood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
To find it ended at someone's fence.
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