I couldn't let April pass without recognizing National Poetry
Month and how better to do that than with my favorite poem by one of my favorite poets.
Robert Frost was an American poet for the ordinary American. His poetry has a deceptive simplicity that
makes it remarkably accessible to all.
Frost's verse has always inspired
something within me, which brings us to The
Road Not Taken. I believe this poem became a favorite the moment I first read it, but the fact it changes in meaning with every passing year is easily what charms me the most. As I mature and evolve, so does the complexity of each stanza and not only do I begin to see new things down that grassy path, but I begin to discern more things about that lone traveler and the time spent at that crossroad.
I love losing myself in the words of this poem. On a sunny day with a warm breeze, I read and re-read the words of this poem, then close my eyes and imagine... I don't know about you, but I call that pretty perfect poetry.
