Stopping By Woods…
(By: Halley Ofner)

                 As part of the English 12 course this year, the senior class is learning about the life of the well-known poet, Robert Frost.  To get into the spirit of his poetry, the class enjoyed a trip to see where he had lived over near Middlebury, Vermont.  Thinking they were headed for his cabin, the seniors started walking through the forest and found poems written by Frost in various places along the trail.  They eventually headed in the right direction to the poet’s home and found it very interesting. They even used his phone, which they later found out was only connected to the farmhouse just below the cabin.  The class interpreted some of his poems while sitting near his cabin before heading for nourishment in Middlebury.  A great time was had by all.

The Road Not Taken 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be on travel, 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 grass 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

 ~Robert Frost