12.17.2008

Robert Frost

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;
Thus as for that the passing there
Had worn theme 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 ones less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The lines of communication have opened with the Navy detailer and that always leaves the household on hold for about six months. The negotiations can be exhausting and exhilarating, with the question of "where will we call home next?", looming over our heads. This is something that the military wife dreads and anticipates at the same time. However, if the move has to be made its always nice to choose "the road not taken."

2 comments:

  1. I love that poem.

    I also LOVE the excitement and anticipation of a move. Getting orders, stumbling your way through packing, goodbyes, meeting new people, learning your way around a new area, finding new places to eat...

    I love it all!

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  2. Great poem...even after 15 years in the military I can not get use to conversations with the detailer. It is something they make you think you have a lot of control over it. But at the end they have total control of your destiny. The needs of the Navy vs the needs of the individual. Hang in there and we will get through it as we have in the last 15 years.

    Love the poem. I also like change, it is painful but change handled properly could bring phenomenal rewards. New roads have to be tested and we have to put some wear on them...Noel

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Thank you.