Creekbank Stories Curt Iles, Storyteller
I can’ t get this poem off my mind.
My life has been a succession of travel on the road less traveled.
This New England poem takes me back to Africa.
The Road Not Taken
By 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;
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
You don’t have sell your things and go to Africa. to walk the road less traveled.
The crossroads to the road less traveled appears every day in your life and mine. It’s the small things that lead us there.
Happy walking.
Curt
In African culture it is proper to hold a man’s as you walk. This is a clear demonstration that this Mzungu (White Man) is accepted as a Mzee (Elder).
My co-workers said I hold the world record for total steps holding hands with another man.
It consider it a badge of honor.
